Flying With Wings

Janissa was cuddling herself up because of the huge storm that was brewing up. Her mother crashed through the door. Janissa stood up and walked to her mother.
"Mum?" She asked. She looked outside. The forest that were surrounding her family's little cottage were bending down, even some of them were destroyed.

"Where were you?" The girl asked. Her mother looked at her.
"I was in the markets collecting food for the winter! We don't have any food. We need to fix the cart!" Janissa looked at the cart that was standing in front of their doorstep.
"Fetch your father will you? I need to get some fresh water".
"But where can I find him?" "He was in the woods, chopping down some wood for the fireplace. "Check him girl! He might be lost!" Janissa ran outside.

Meanwhile, her father was dealing with a severe storm that was even worse than the one near the cottage. Rain dropped furiously down his face. His hard leather boots stomped on wet puddles. He was becoming slower and slower as the old dirt path to his workshop was now a river of mud. He was also crying too. Janissa's father's tears rolled down his face. What he was even more worried about was his beloved family. An hour passed and Janissa ran to her father, who fell.

She knew that he was dead. Janissa cried very hard. She would always remember the times he got out gold and kept them in his pocket. Just then, a shimmer from his pocket was shining brilliantly. She picked it up and placed it in her chest that she brought everywhere with her inside.

They built a grave for him, right outside the garden where her mother could see in her bedroom window. Many years past and Janissa usually visited her mother in the woods but was now living in a village. She was passing by a shop that sells animals.
There were cats, horses, dogs, but one thing that let her eye stare at for a while was a bird. Yes, but not just an ordinary bird. It was an owl. It turned its head to look at Janissa and she laughed at how it had an over-sized beak.

"I'll take him," she said. The old man who was selling the animals looked at her closely.
"That'll be 1 piece of gold miss," The man knew that everybody had at least one piece of gold but he knew that she was poor because of her clothing.
"Okay then," Janissa said and then revealed the gold to the man. She gently lead the owl to the meadow.
"I will name you... Wings," and then she spoke to the bird, "Please be free for my father." she then let go of the owl and off it went.