The sound of hatchlings, chirping faintly, pulled Red from the darkness. Forcing his eyes open, he shoved at the wooden boards covering his body until they fell to the side. With one arm still wound protectively around the blue egg, the small bird attempted to lift himself from the hole he'd been thrown into.
A cry of pain burst from his throat as one of his legs refused to budge. He could feel it burning from where it was pinned beneath yet another pile of rubble. "Okay, okay. Just breathe, Red. Just breathe." Short puffs of breath whistled from his beak as he hefted the egg in his arms out of the hole, and onto the nearest flat-ish surface. No, it was only half an egg, Red realized, his face contorting in horror.
"Mama!"
"Mama!"
"Mama!"
Three tiny blue heads popped up from the bottom of the eggshell, chirping at him pleasantly.
"You're alive," Red whispered, feeling his heart soften at the sight of those precious little birds. He'd done it. He had saved them!
"Well now, what do we have here?"
"No, no, no," Red whispered to himself, tugging the eggshell as close to his body as he could, attempting to protect the little ones from the green, egg-gobbling nutcase who was standing behind him.
"Daddy!" three voices chimed in unison.
"No, not your daddy. He is a bad pig. A very bad pig," the crimson bird grunted, giving his trapped leg a desperate yank. That was a bad idea; a horribly bad idea, Red realized, as his eyes began to cloud over from the sudden rush of pain.
"Looks like someone is in need of a rescue party," King Mudbeard stated, stepping in front of the trapped bird. The pig leaned down until he was just a breath away from Red's ear. "Too bad the other birds left you behind," he purred.
The last thing Red saw was the smug grin on the king's face before the darkness swept over him.
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A note about ages: Robins live up to 14 years; Eagles live up to 20 in the wild, but up to 50 in captivity; and Pigs live up to 20 years old. My personal headcannon is that the eagles initially rescued the other birds, leading them to the safe island. They then became the protectors of island due to their impressive lifespans. Flying Eagle is just lazy, and prefers not to deal with the stress.
The pig society remembers eating eggs, but the birds seem to have no memory of any other un-avian species. There is going to be an age difference between the pigs and regular birds, as it seems the pigs live longer.
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Left Behind - Angry Birds (Leonard x Red)
FanfictionWith an injured leg, Red fails to climb out of the rubble in time, and is presumed dead. The birds escape Piggy Island, unknowingly leaving him, and the blue egg, behind. King Mudbeard isn't about to let his nemesis foil his plans again, and eagerly...