Bird of Many Feathers (The World of Mythcron)

Chapter 1

Felix pov~

I was taking a walk in my peacock form, enjoying the sounds of the jungle surrounding me. I enjoy the feeling of my long feathers sliding along behind me on the ground. I glanced around at all the homes in the fading sunlight. There were many homes in the trees with rope bridges connecting them, also quite a few homes on the ground and some underground. I lived in a home on the ground.

I stopped my walking and thoughts when I heard a creak above me, already knowing what it was.

"Hey Felix, what you doing down there," the all too familiar condescending tone of Tyler said.

"I am walking, or are you blind," I answered as I glared up at the falcon that was Tyler. He had his little flock with him. A sparrow, Jerry, and a crow, Edward. All three of them dropped their beaks open some at my reply, but quickly shut them.

"I am not blind!" Tyler shrieked and flaped his wings out, trying to intimidate me. I rolled my eyes as the other two birds followed his actions. "I was just thinking how ridiculous a bird looked walking, not flying," he smugly said as he put his wings back down, calming down from his rage.

"Ha ha, so funny. I forgot to laugh," I sarcastically sighed, rolling my eyes. I am a peacock shifter, so I am not good at flying. I can fly but only very short distances and not high up. They have always pecked at me for it, even now when we are 18.

"See you later, walky," Tyler snickered and then took off from the branch, Jerry and Edward followed closely behind.

I spread my tail feathers out slightly in annoyance. Our fathers are enemies, so the feathers don't fall far from the bird, and we are enemies as well.

I took a look at my feathers and admired the blue, green, yellow, and slight orange shimmer in the low lighting. I am not some narcissist who loves to look at themselves all the time, but I do believe in self-love. So what if I can't fly good, there are more interesting things to do. Like I am one of the best young fighters in my village, some even call me the best. I even won a few fights against some of the older, more experienced warriors. It helps when your father is the best fighter in the village, though.

"There you are, Felix. I was wondering where you wandered off to," my father chuckled behind me. My dad was tall like me, reaching 6 in a half feet, with light blue hair and sliver eyes. He was wearing his favorite green shirt with a pie stitched in the middle and blue jeans.

I smiled as well as I could in bird form, then slowly shifted back to human. I was wearing a gray shirt and pants. I stood at the same height as my father, maybe an inch less, my orange eyes gleaming in humor as I looked at his shirt. "I hope that shirt means you made your famous banana pie," I asked hopefully as I looked back at his face.

"Well, I might have," he slyly answered, moving his eyebrows funnily. I punched a fist in the air in excitement. My Dad chuckled and ruffled my blue hair. Being peacocks we have very blue hair.

"Race you back, first person gets the first slice," I suddenly blurted and darted back towards my home.

"Hey, no fair," he yelled as he began running after me laughing. I turned to look and saw he was catching up, I put on more speed and saw my home just a bit away. Just as I was about to win, he zoomed past me and reached the door first.

"Ughhh, how are you so fast in your old age," I groaned as I reached him and leaned on the wall for support.

"Haha, I am only 42, still in my prime," he chuckled at the bitter look on my face. "And I guess this means I get first slice," he proudly said as he put on a big smile. I just glared at him. He opened our door and went inside, I followed him in with a frown on my face.

My annoyance faded as the warmth of our home brushed against my face, and i closed the door. I looked over at our fireplace and saw it had fresh logs in it. Above the fireplace sat a large golden egg, my father loves and cares for it dearly. He does not talk about the decoration much.

I closed my eyes as I took in the amazing smell of freshly baked banana pie.

"Come on over here, you can't eat it with your nose," my dad laughed as he came out of the kitchen with the pie. I smiled widely as I rushed over to our couch.

"I am so hungry, especially after having to deal with that flock of fools," I huffed at just the thought of them. Dad looked over at me with a frown as he sat on the couch.

"Those kids were bothering you again," he sighed in distaste. "I thought his father would teach him better, but then again he probably told him to," he shook his head as he set down the pie on our table.

"They are just jealous that I am a better fighter, and the only thing they can throw at me is 'walky'," I responded with a roll of my eyes as I used quotes around the word walky.

"Hahaha," my dad chuckled, and I started to feel a bit better. "That is the best insult they could come with," my dad raised his eyebrows as he stopped chuckling.

"I guess so," I snickered and leaned back on the couch, relaxing more.

"Obviously Tyler's dad has not told him all the insults he used on me, that man must have sat in his home for hours trying to come up with them," he laughed out and slapped his leg. I busted out in laughter at that.

We sat there laughing for a while, trading insults, while slowly eating our pie together.