I am Aero, half mundane half curlew. On earth I am a slave to man bounded by rules and ruled by the government, while on the celestial sphere I am a king, the sky is my kingdom, the birds are my confidant.
A blast of cool air brushes my skin and my wings as I soar through the sky, my feathers are wispy and white with an accent of gold, my wings help me glide through the air, I went places to places, my wings are not just wings that are attach to me, they are a part of me it is who I am.
As I descend from the heavens and back to the land of man, a group of men ambushed me from behind, they grab my arm so hard it left a bruise on my skin, I was scared, shaking, I was petrified, it was like my body was in a deep freeze. Suddenly I felt an icy cold metal pressed into my back. I felt a jolt of pain at my back, I saw feathers everywhere, I couldn't believe my eyes to what I'm seeing, I can't feel my wings anymore it was like a part of me has been taken away from me, "dear God! how can man be this jealous". Taking away the person's freedom is worse than death.
As I lay flat on the cold ground at the ally near the city, my body was in agony, there was blood everywhere I was in tears. There was a light in front of me it was so bright, I reach my arm to the light. And when my eyes adjusted to the light it was from my bedroom window it was morning, I was in bed realizing it was just dream.
