The mysterious macaws flung themselves toward them, beaks open in hostility and rage. If they touched her one true love, Conas just once, it wouldn't be a good day for them. Even if they were her kind, she still didn't trust them just yet.
She transformed into a macaw, like them, and charged forward, ready for battle. Her eyes slits, and her feathers sticking up on end. Just as she was about to cut them in half with her razor-wings, they stopped. Not in fear, but in awe and surprise. She halted as well, still in battle position if this was a trick.
"Aileen?" the older female macaw inquired in shock, "Is that really you?" She was a light sea blue with amber eyes, and the male macaw was dark blue with dark brown eyes.
Skya stopped, lowered her wings, and wondered if this could actually be happening. Were these...her parents?
"Oh, my gosh," the she-bird sighed in relief, "It is our Daya."
"It is too," the male bird agreed softly, "After all these years."
Both macaws looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something.
"Are you...my parents?" she questioned them.
"Yes, your wings are very rare indeed. They're sharp like swords, and can cut through even metal. That's how we knew."
She didn't know that she could cut through metal. She knew she could cut through people, though she never did, but not metal. Skya thought that was awesome.
"Someone had the nerve to steal you as an egg," the light blue macaw explained in frustration and dismay, "So we never got to know you. The only reason why we recognized you, is because of those wings. Those dangerous, yet beautiful wings. They made you strong and fierce, but kind, and that's we love you."
Skya started to tear up and walked slowly over to her new family. Her parents opened their wings in acceptance, and they came together in a hug, with tears of joy running down their macaw faces.
"The village will be overjoyed to hear that we found our Daya," Skya's mother said to her partner.
"What's a, Daya?" Skya asked, confused.
"Daya, means 'bird of prey' in Hebrew. Of course, macaws aren't necessarily birds of prey, but those wings made you are little Daya. Strong and free." her father explained proudly.
"Oh," she pondered. Just then, she remembered that Conas had probably been watching the whole thing. She turned around to introduce her family to him...
...but Conas was nowhere to be seen.
YOU ARE READING
Skya's Secrets; The Ice Cat
خيال (فانتازيا)Born from Katrina's book, the Ice Cat, Skya has a different story to tell. Reading this, you will find that even the evil may have some light in them, and Skya's secret may change her life forever...
