The Land of The Forgotten

Escape

He hid behind a rock, the humans yowling to each other. They saw a small trail of blood, but it ended a few lengths away from his hiding spot, slowly, he crawled from the rock, and went up a tree. Please don't see me...he hoped. He crawled onto a branch, it creaked, Please not now...he backed up, and the end of the branch snapped off. A human yelled and they all scattered. Humans are kinda stupid... He thought. He heard a chirp and fell off, his wings slowed his fall. "Dang birds!"  He hissed, found a shady  thicket, walked over and curled up to sleep. He smelt something...was it raining? He opened his eyes, it was a small shower. Pap Pap Pap the rain whispered. He saw a set of feet like his a few feet outside his thicket, but he blinked and they were gone. "Huh?" He wondered out loud. Well, whatever it was is gone, MORE SLEEP FOR ME.  He thought before sleeping. The next day.... He stretched, getting out of the thicket. He walked outside, and heard an extra set of footsteps as he started walking. He felt a chill creep up his spine. He yowled as claws raked down his back, he turned to his attacker. A shade,I should've known...he slashed down their wing, making a jagged claw mark through it. They yowled and threw him, but his wings beated and he flew, and dived down on his attacker. They dodged, he got up and bit their leg, and threw them. They bashed him into the floor, but he flew up and sent them flying, and they landed in a bush. He took a moment to catch his breath, he went to his unscathed thicket, and took a nap. The next day....He woke up with a headache. "Ow..." He groaned, rubbing his head with his feathery wing. He heard a whine outside, he looked out and saw a small hatchling curled up, trying to keep warm. He walked over, and curled up around the hatchling to keep it warm.