Jewel was only a tiny little chick, just emerged from her shell.

Jewel was the only egg inside of the nest, and the most precious thing to her parents. Following the week after the egg was laid her mother and father worked 24/7 to make sure that Jewel would have access to food and comfort.

Her hatching finally signaled the end of at least a month of preparation and the hardest part. But Jewel didn't care as she slept peacefully. Still only about 5 hours alive on this planet, and her parents cherished every second.

"Isn't she precious Matilda?" Jewel's father asked a female six macaw next to him.

"No, she is more than that. A Jewel of the forest, right Eduardo?" Matilda asked her companion.

A nod of the head signaled a yes from Eduardo.

Jewel stirred in her sleep as her parents watched on. She opened her emerald green eyes, her parents getting even more ecstatic than ever.

Jewel tried to stand up, her legs too weak to support her body, she just picked up her head and looked at her parents.

"Awwww " Eduardo and Matilda cooed over their baby bird.

Jewel blinked, her large eyes so … so adorable.

"Isn't she adorable Eduardo" Matilda asked.

"She has your feathers dear, of course she is !" Eduardo said.

The beginning of Jewels life was that unlike another bird in the village. After all she was the daughter of the village leader.

Usually being given anything she wanted,

Again trying to walk, failing she picked her head up and looked outside of her hollow.

A crisp afternoon air hung in the amazon. A cool 68 degrees, and big fluffy white clouds seemed to defy gravity.

The Amazon was teeming with life, some animals were like Jewel just born , new to the world. Others were ready to leave the world and go someplace else to do…. Stuff.

Her parents wrapped a wing around Jewel and they all had a little rest.

The beginning of Jewels life was that unlike another bird in the village. After all she was the daughter of the village leader.

Usually being given anything she wanted, spoiled rotten was the term most of the villagers used when they described her.

But her parents didn't think of it as being spoiled they thought of it as being "blessed". Everytime Jewel ate more than she was supposed to to, her parents called it a good appetite. When ever she took another child toy, her parents wood say she was getting used to her fair share as future village queen.

Jewel was however in for a big surprise. Since she was to be the future queen of the tribe her parents had tried to train her to become more fair, and stronger. Weaning her off of her dependency of her parents.

And this is her story.

I looked outside my hollow, today was my birthday. My dad always told me how when I grew up I wood lead the tribe, something I was looking forward to.

My dad always told me stories of how he became leader, being a great singer. He would always go around the nest singing the songs when he was in his prime years.

"You aint nothing but a hound dog

Crying all the time

You aint nothing but a hound dog

Crying all the time

Well you aint never caught a rabbit and you aint no friend of mine.

Well, they said you was high class

Well, that was just a lie

Well, they said you was high class

Well, that was just a lie

Well you aint never caught a rabbit and you aint no friend of mine

You aint nothing but a hound dog

Crying all the time

You aint nothing but a hound dog

Crying all the time

Well you aint never caught a rabbit and you aint no friend of mine."

It was a nice song, some people called him the king both literally and figuratively. Since you know, he was the leader of the tribe and he was apparently the king of music in the village.

But the flipside is that I hear that song too many times in one day now, and Im starting to hate it. Well, my Aunt Mimi always says "just try and tolerate it".

But I don't mind much anymore, my father himself said I was going on some kind of training day out in the jungle to learn how to survive or something like that.

And I want looking forward to that. The only good thing was that Roberto would come too, my closest friend.

His parents were forcing him to go outside too. Other kids were heading out to learn about this survival thing. From what Roberto told me they would throw us in this little valley and teach us how to eat bugs out the dirt, how to skin a poisonous leaf, and how to drink water from a palm tree.

Not really looking forward to eating bugs, but I would still get to be alone with Roberto without my parents.

Another good thing I should mention is that some of my best friends is coming along for the ride too. And a downside… some of my worst enemies.

My friends, like myself, know nothing of how to survive. We would be guided by my father and by some Red Macaw just a little younger than my own father.

The blue macaw tribe usually used the place as a hunting ground for the best berries, but a strange swarm of bees chased everyone outside, my friend Tex said that they were hornets or wasps or something like that.

In fact my neighbor used to live over there and when he moved here he was covered in tiny little dots, from the things.

The wasps eventually moved out and the red and blue macaw tribes decided to make it into a field area for training.

And tomorrow me and about twenty other kids would be led into the forest area of that field. Roberto told me that I shouldn't worry about a thing and the biggest thing he was scared of was those killer bee's, which you can't blame him.

I mean I wouldn't want to come back home looking like the shell of a ladybug, legends say it was those humans.

Humans.

The very sound of the word would send shivers down anyone's spine.

My father always told me about them, tall, pink, and so intelligent nothing can stop them. To me it sounded like giant monkeys without the fur and my dad and aunt and mother told me I was right.

If they find you they will shine bright light at you, point at you with little tentacles on oddly shaped talons, and throw a net over you and you're a goner. My mother said that my eldest grandfather tried to fight against them, and he ended up with a painful stone in his wing.

They carried these sticks, and all you know is that you hear a loud sound and a sharp pain. My grandfather said the humans called them guns but he called them the sticks of doom.

He got away somehow, and told his tale to her daughter who told the story to me, and here I am now. She even said sometimes they would ride inside some weird metal thingy with wheels and lights that made loud sounds, and my father said they were in the same things in both the water and the air.

Flying humans? I didn't believe him when he said that but I saw one with my own eyes. A metal bird that makes a sound so loud you have to cover your ears.

I hate humans. Never met one never will and never want to. That's the biggest thing I was afraid of.

And I hope that they don't appear. I pray.