Wings to Freedom

Chapter I

A Fluttering Meeting

It's been four years since the only embrace my wings know are the embrace of the serene sky. Who could have guessed that the world would appear so beautiful through the eyes of a solitary dove? 🕊️

As I soar across the sky, I cast my gaze upon the people ranging from ordinary citizens to noble aristocrats below. I observe the various ways in which they live and enjoy their lives, with such diverse activities ranging from the ordinary to the extravagant and luxurious.

Out of all the people I observe, I find that the common people seem the happiest and most pleased with their lives. I watch their joy everyday but deepdown, I have a bittersweet longing for that happiness they have. I wish I could have enjoyed it when I was still alive.

Sadly, due to me having a weak body since birth, I have been bedridden my whole life. Each day and night passed painfully slowly while I lay bedridden staring anxiously at the ceiling, yearning for this suffering to finally end.

And when death had finally come to take me away, I ended up opening my eyes not in the afterlife but inside a white Dove instead.

Only a year ago when I watched a young girl buying candyfloss, did I learn what they looked like and that they were pink..

"Now that I have a second chance at life, I wonder just how much more there is to learn and see for myself" I think to myself

Suddenly, a sweet smell catches my nose. Curious, I turn my head and follow the source of the smell. Eventually I ended up making my way to an open window. The sweet smell grows even stronger as I move closer.

I land on the window right in front of the source of the beautiful smell, small juicy cherries 🍒
Bingo! Do I think before my hunger takes over me and eats all of the cherries with no hesitation whatsoever.
Being a bird can be exhausting at times, as it's not always easy to find delicious cherries like these. And I'm definitely NOT planning on settling for worms or other insects as food.

My attention is torn away all of a sudden when I notice someone's gaze fixated on me. I look up to find two stunning blue eyes gazing back at me, and I feel my breath catch in my throat from the unexpected beauty of the sight.

A young man with golden blonde hair and eyes the color of the ocean stares back at me, and I am entranced by the depth and beauty of his gaze. His soft, tender smile captures my heart and I can't help but stare back at him unable to look away.

"If you fully enter the room, I can give you more cherries," the young man says in his beautiful, soft voice, his eyes beaming brightly with a gentle kindness.

I shouldn't trust him immediately, but I do find his kind appearance and soothing voice tempting. But who knows? Maybe he's only pretending to be friendly and he'll lock me up inside his room the moment I let my guard down?

I hesitate, my mind filled with doubt and suspicion, but I end up giving it a try by just thinking of the delicious cherries that are waiting for me inside.

I take the time to look around his room and notice the beautiful paintings and sketches of birds all around. The young man seems to have a deep affection for birds as they look like they were made by him.

"You look incredibly beautiful," he says all of a sudden, drawing my attention is immediately on him and away from his room.

He gazes at me with such a loving and tender gaze that I feel like my heart is melting in his eyes. He tries reaches his hand out towards me, but I instinctively flew a meter away from him. He can't help but be surprised by my sudden reaction.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scary you" He says
"I just wanted to touch your feathers since I have never seen such unique feathers before in my life"

Unique feathers? What is it that he thinks is so unique about my feathers? I fly to the mirror I had noticed in the room earlier, and decide to take a good look at myself to see what the fuss is all about.

In front of the mirror is when I realize I have never really looked at myself this close before. I look at my feathers and notice small red feathers hidden amongst the major white feathers on my body. My hair color back when I was still alive was red aswell. Is this a reflection of my past life?

"Observing you holding the red feathers against the mirror right as I pointed out your unique feathers makes me question if you indeed understand me," he mutters to himself.

Oh shoot! He figured me out!

"Could it be that you're not just a mere dove but something more?" he finally asks with a growing sense of disbelief and curiosity.

I messed up big this time. I should have obviously pretended to be just a bird and saved my intense observation of myself for later! What if he realizes I'm not an ordinary dove but a person?

He finally seems to have figured it out, and appears relieved and excited. "Ah, I see! You must be a dove who was trained by someone," he explains with a smile. After staring at him dumbfounded, I let out an imaginary sigh of relief as if it were a true reaction.

Of course, he would never believe that a mere dove like myself could have been a person all along.

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