The Moors are dead...the humans perfected climate control, leaving me all alone with death.
"Don't let them convince you that we are different."
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I stared at his scars...which covered his body, making me wond...
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Night fell upon already dark lands. I lie on the ground, my eyes wide awake, my ears hearing miles away. Pass the river which separated my land from theirs. There appears to be a ball...music and laughter filled the air. How could they celebrate after the damaged they caused?? Were they happy about it all? I huff and curl my wings around my body for warmth. I could easily cast a fire, but the green flare of it would cause a reflection onto the sky...making me a threat visible by the humans. I had no energy to fight. None...not since the purging of my family..and the machines. God the machines!
I've eaten nothing...felt nothing but numbness.
I sit up on crunchy, cold grass, and look up to the moon; which shines down on me. Watching the glowing ball in the sky...hoping for a miracle...for the strength to kill the humans. But I knew that was only a fantasy. I lie back down, cuddling into my wings like a blanket. The humans have iron...and millions of soldiers...I am just one person. What can I do? Fly to them, manage only to slay a few before perishing myself?? Death scares me. It's best I stay quiet in order to stay alive.
My head begins to throb heavily. I lose my strength...my wings flop to my side, limp as a deflated balloon. I must eat something. I wobble to my feet, almost falling over. FIGHT! I yell at myself internally. My feet drag on the ground, getting caught in cold crevices, causing me to trip. I rise my feet high as I walk on, feeling my heart to palpate, shaking my rib cage and temples. Why have I allowed myself to starve...to become so weak?! WHY?! I hike on, my breathing labored and rough. Because I have nothing to live for...nothing to look forward to...and no way to fight for my fallen family.
I stop at a tree, leaning against it heavily; spotting white flashes in my vision. My hand shakes vigorously as I reach up to a branch above me and grab an apple. I let my body thud to the ground, so my strength could only be focused within my hand. Hyperventilating, I take a bite of the pale red apple....feeling the juices of it flow down my mouth, passing my throat. The apple was too cold to taste...it being in a desolate environment now, made it lose its beauty...it's sweetness. I chew, feeling my jaws tighten and ache.
The laughter and music finds its way back to me. Striking a nerve. I glare in the location of it, feeling my body work up a spark of energy. SAVAGES!! THE DEVILS ARE LAUGHING!!! I chew the apple with much viciousness, feeling my eyes light up green and my wings expand outward; flapping straight as a board.
"Don't worry..." I speak in a low whisper to my wings. "Once I recover our body, we will end them all."
