Chirping Falcons | Millard Nullings
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Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2017
Growing up I knew I was different. Though, I could never explain how. I knew that something was off. Abnormal, if you would. I knew that whenever they would talk to me that it wasn't normal. It was strange, though. No one else ever seemed to hear them. They would only talk to me. Almost as if I was a chosen one. Almost as if I was the only person out there to hear them.

   Of course, I always knew falcons couldn't chirp. However, there is just one falcon. Every time I see her, I hear the chirping.


(I'm going to say this now so I don't have to say this on every single chapter...

ALL RIGHTS GO TO RANSOM RIGGS!! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING OF THE STORY LINE, PLOT, OR CHARACTERS OTHER THAN ARIABELLA!

Surely that counts for some disowning)
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