Mira's eyes fluttered over to a high pitched grumbling in a rounded dipped bed, where a strange black creature floated, it's one big eye glancing around in curiosity. mira intently fixed her gaze on the creature, trying to figure out if she had seen anything like it before. All Mira knew was the past year of her life nestled in the stuffed shack of abandoned creatures. There was so much more out there..
Mira fluttered over to the creature, parting her beak in a attempt to speak for the first time. "I-I'm mira. What are you?" The creature's mouth was strangley black, not a ounce of color . "Father- he called me.. Phantom." "Phantom... Where did you come from?" mira was overflowing with questions, but paced herself.
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Mira's Untold Story
Short StoryMira's past has always been a secret. Word has never been spoken of the life she lived before she became the mother of jamaa. This is Mira's story, from a young heron to the beautiful mother of jamaa she is remembered for today.
