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foreign to people Chpt. 1-7
Chapter 1: My best friend was another winged human type creature like me but he was older than me and had a broken wing, he never talked. He just showed me how to survive by acting it out as best he could. He was like a father to me, we never missed a day of practice, we would swim,run through the woods, practice dodging and a lot more fun stuff through the years. I assumed he had taken care of me since birth or he had found me somewhere. At one point he agreed on making a name for each of us, I would be Nozaki and his name would be Soiki. We live in a world where humans rule over the creatures of the earth, the animals and the original creatures. The humans refer to us, the original creatures, as monsters but for some reason when they see me lingering at the edge of the woods they go speechless, not in a bad way but like they are looking at something amazing. Unfortunately one day when I found out their true nature when I was fifteen still very young for our species I heard something coming from a nearby village the humans had built not long ago. I decided to go towards the strange noises but came to realize the noises were going to come to me, before I could reach the forest edge Soiki came running at me from behind and grabbed my hips thrusting me in the air about twenty feet. I instinctively started flapping and saw him from below, at that point he was screaming at me to fly away and forget about him and this place. It was the first time I had heard his voice but also the last, he used a deadly hissing voice that was like nothing I had ever heard before. I did as he commanded and started to fly away but I could never follow his words completely, I would never forget about him or my home. Not long after I started to fly I turned north and looked back to see flames shooting out of the trees below, my home and everything I had ever loved was being destroyed and sent up into flames by the creatures known as humans. I would never forget what they had done, most importantly I would never forgive them. At that moment I decided I would get my revenge on the humans but I knew I couldn’t do that with my weak child body, I would have to get stronger and survive until the day I could pay them back. After the longest flight of my life I decided to take a break and land near a ravine, there had to be water at the bottom and maybe some small animals I could snack on if I made a weapon. I landed near the edge of the ravine and gathered some branches from the nearby forest, as I was walking around gathering wood I heard a strange voice. It was a soft woman’s voice but it wasn’t quite a woman, when I looked around I found a large panther and two small cubs but before I knew it the adult panther had spotted me and hissed “Leave us be human!” strangely enough I understood what she said and slowly spread out my wings from behind while speaking in a small voice,
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