Prologue

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A Greenleaf night was illuminated by intense starlight. Two chickens sat in a clearing.
"Something is on your mind, Icebreeze. I can see it on your face. Have you received a message from StarFlock." A golden cockerel clucked.
"No Goldenstar, I couldn't say I have." Replied the small white rooster next to him.
"Well, that may be a problem. Something could be going wrong." Goldenstar stated. "There have seemed to be more battles lately, and fewer chicks are being hatched."
Not but a few heartbeats after he said this did Icebreeze suddenly freeze. He tensed up and fell onto his side. He rolled onto his back and kicked his legs making gurgling hissing sounds. The seizure stopped and he took a gulp of air.
"And might I inquire what has happened, an omen I presume?" Goldenstar clucked, his head tilted inquisitively.
"Yes, it was an omen." Icebreeze grunted, gaining his breath. He then hissed a statement barely audible. His blue eyes wide as he spoke, like he was in a trance. "The sun gives life and fuels our prosperity. Look towards the sun and find our savior, the bird whom will save the Flocks."
"So, a bird of the sun will save the Flocks?" Goldenstar inquired, confused.
"Yes, as it seems, I do not know exactly what this means, but if some bird is going to relieve us from dark times, so be it
I am not one to stop our savior, no matter who he or she may be." Icebreeze breathed. "I just hope this bird will arrive before the worst of these times are upon us."

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