Story from a Heron

by Jezzebelles-Chii

My story is not what you'd call happy. If you still wish to continue into this story, be prepared to be told a story from a whitewinged Heron from the Serenes Forest.

1. Prologue

Prologue

Forewarning

Hello everyone. Come here to read a happy story about a tribe of magical beings with white wings? If that's the case, turn your little butt around and march out of this story. You'd be better off in the children's section if you were looking for something like that. This is not that kind of story, not the kind of story that even normal people could comprehend with your small beroc brains.

I am Cherya Tomahr. I am a heron, and I used to live in the Serenes Forest. I lived like all other heron laguz's, and none of you beroc will ever know how peaceful life was. So, if you are still here, even with the warning, you will be treated to a story about a peaceful life, burned to the ground, then being sold into slavery, and living in horrible conditions under a horrible Daein noble. And that horrible continent of Begnion could ever help. Not like ever would either.

Although I have warned you, and you had ample chances to leave and search for a happier story, and you chose to stay, then welcome to this story. This Story from a Heron.