Banished

I fixated my eyes on what once was my home then glanced sharply at those who wage war against my homeland. I stare off into the vast forest where no man dare go, not even the bravest of hunters step foot. We know not of what lays inside, but we hear the screams and shouts of bewildered animals at night. I slowly avert my gaze downwards over the bright green trees and eventually to the grey solid wall. We found it before building our kingdoms here, not built of stone or brick but instead a solid formation as if it were one giant stone. I looked at my back, the wooden wings. The concept of flight, thought to be impossible. Yet tales remain passed down from our ancestors of great winged beasts. I stopped my thought and looked before my feet at the ledge, the river at the bottom. I bent my knees before suddenly stiffening my body propelling myself over the edge in a leap that will determine my fate.