Island of wings

Akira flew as fast as she could, her heart racing in her chest as she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She could feel the hunters getting closer, their spears and bolas whizzing past her but she couldnt fly up yet, there were humans watching the sky and would shoot anything down the moment they see a feather.

"Stop right there, winged freak!" one of them shouted, his voice filled with malice. "If you hand your wings over, we wont kill you!" a man said followed by a few laughs.

Akira knew better than to stop. She had seen what happened to the others in her village, either killed or captured and sold for their wings. She knew that if she fell into the hands of these hunters, she would suffer the same fate.

Dodging trees and burning houses one by one, tears from moments before dried by the wind making her skin feel icky. The hunters continued to chase her, their weapons flashing in the light of the destructive flames burning everywhere you look. Akira was fast, but they were determined, and she knew that she couldn't keep this up forever. She needed to find a way to escape.

As she flew closely over a nearby hill, she saw the forest trees start to lessen and the vast expanse of the ocean ahead of her. Without hesitation, she flew towards it, her wings beating faster and harder than ever before.

Author~

Hello! I like making stories up in my head because im a lunatic and this particular story has helped me fall asleep and forget about reality :)

I Hope you enjoy!!