Learning To Fly With Broken Wings

Chapter 3 : After Work

Jacinda's POV

It was around 3:30 in the afternoon when I was dismissed from work.

All avian people of the roost end their work around this time considering we can't fly as high as we want to during the day.

The elders think it is dangerous and being seen is too risky.

The only avians who don't get out are the guards, like my mother, they are dismissed around 8 at night.

I was flying back close to the treeline until I saw something down below.

Usually if anyone saw any suspicious they go to the elders, not me though.

I folded my wings and dived down close to the odd looking object.

I landed on the soft mountain earth, it was covered in dead oak leaves.

I began to walk forward to see what on earth that odd object is.

I got closer to the strange object and saw it was a camera of some sort and it was pointing to the sky.

I knew that whoever set this up was waiting and looking for something to fly overhead.

I knew that if whoever set this camera up managed to take a picture of an avian flying over, our species would be at risk, it has to be destroyed.

I grabbed the camera and tried to pull it out of the ground, it wouldn't move..."great" I thought and backed up.

I paced back and forth thinking how to destroy or at least damage it.

Then something hit me, I walked back up to the camera and grabbed the lens part of the camera and with all my strength I pulled the camera lens.

A couple seconds later the lens came out with a weird pop noise.

Then I heard footsteps and I turned around and saw someone coming.

I then turned to the nearest oak tree and climbed up it quickly.

I managed to get to a branch before someone came into the clearing.

I peeked through some leaves and saw it was a boy, he looked about my age or maybe a year older.

His face was chiseled into a perfect angle, his light green eyes both matched his wavy brown hair and fair skin. He was tall and to be honest handsome.

His face showed only surprise and a bit of anger when he spotted what I did to his camera.

I held the lens tight afraid it would slip out of my hands and hit the ground below.

A couple of minutes watching the boy take his anger out on a nearby bush, it was funny to watch him.

After his anger episode was done, he grabbed his damaged camera without any struggle and walked off into the woods.

I stayed in the tree for ten minutes to make sure he didn't come back.

I got down from the oak and opened my wings quickly and took to the air.

I flew almost below the treeline to make sure that boy or anyone else wouldn't see me.

I got back to the house and my mother wasn't home.

I walked up to my room and set the lens in the top right drawer in my desk.

I went over and sat on my bed and laid back, then a thought bubbled up inside my mind.

"Why was that boy so close to the roost and why did he have his camera pointed up towards the sky?"