-Flightless-

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Update: May 16, 2019
Still working on prologue!
I've decided to move back the events of some chapters due to the story happening to quickly.
Working hard on finishing prologue, have a lot of drafts of Wip chapters.
Sample of prologue rough draft: (not all I've done, just a part that's more on the complete and checked for errors side)

      Thunder echoed across the land, sending cold chills down Tides spine. The rain pattered down so hard and relentlessly, he nearly mistaked it for hail for a few moments. He hated the feeling of cold. I mean, who does?though Tide especially hated it. He lived in a very sunny location and wasn't used to the frigidity of tonight. He lived in a calm, sparse forest. As the cold set in some more, he gingerly snuggled closer to his mother's feathers to get warmth. He felt so small, powerless, and craved to be bigger, more in control, he never knew how much that feeling would effect his life.
His mother was a large, medium grey bird with a stripe of fluffy white down feathers stretching from her head all the way to her back. Her name was Vast, and she was the Advisor of his flock, The Flock of Flight.
She looked sternly at the path in front of her vision with slight anger as the rain pattered across her plumage and the winds rustled her feathers. Her feathers weren't very waterproof, so she flinched back under the canopy of leaves from the home tree, a bit of raindrops falling down from the canopy and blowing past Tide. Tide spoke up, voice shaking. "Are... Downpour and Diver coming back yet?" Vast Looked back to him, dismally. "No, not yet. Be patient. I'm sure they'll come back safe from the storm." She looked back out to the rain, growing more and more nervous. Tide stood up confidently, but he was still shivering, so probably didn't look to brave. "Why don't we go look for them?" Vast responded slowly. "It's to stormy, we won't be able to fly with all that wind and rain. We have to stay here and stay
warm." Tide sat down, pouty. "I hate rain. Rain is so mean."
Vast looked to Tide, her concern still showing through her look. "If rain didn't exist, we wouldn't have water on the earth. Yes, it's bothersome, but necessary." She looked out into the clouds. Sometimes you may not like things, but there here for a reason."Her eyes closed and she thought. "Even if it brings loss, it also brings life. Tide blinked. "Loss? The storm killed someone?" Vasts face tensed and Tide instantly regretted his words. That sharp bolt of regret that strikes then resides as nervousness in your stomach. Another one of Tides least favorite feelings. In the future, he'd find his fear of regret was deeper than he thought. Vast looked desperately at the storm, her worry at its peak.
Tide could see from her look that she wanted to race out into the storm to find them, but she tucked Tide in closer. She needed to fight back her instinct, to keep Tide warm, sheltered, and safe. She remained silent for quite a long moment. Her face was tensed, eyes closed. Tide snuggled closer, his little wings attempting to give a hug, but they where much to small. "I'm sorry." He squeaked miserably. Vast looked at him, her gaze soft and kind. "It's okay Tide." She touched Tides beak gingerly. "Well be alright."
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Tide peeked his small head out from behind the leaves. He saw Vast standing at the edge of the home tree looking out in the distance as if looking for something.
Tide often found Vast sitting here and looking out into the distance, he wasn't really sure why. The setting sunlight illuminated her figure, a bit of the light blocked by the home trees shade.
Tide sat beside her and looked up at her gaze. It was empty, unreadable.
"Are you sad?" He asked, sounding small and vulnerable. Vasts Head turned to look at him her eyes somber. "No, I'm not sad. Why would you think that?" Tide shuffled his small feet.
"Well its just, your face is just like... meh. You know?"
Vast blinked. "No I don't know. What do you mean?" Tide didn't know how else to explain it to her. "Like, eh." Vast rolled her eyes, amusement in her look. Adults. They just don't get it.