Locked away, I am. Locked away from all I know: the warmth of the sun's light beaming down on to my magnificent, vibrant wings as I fly through the air. The sweet smell of freedom that fills me with life as I glide on the edges of soft, pink clouds that float in the sky as the moon peaks out from behind the great mountains, the hazy mist of gloomy twilight pervading the atmosphere. I would cackle to myself as I watched down below at the foolish humans, weeping and wailing of their petty sorrows. "I have no money!" or "He left me for this!" or "She said that! I can't pay off my debts!" Oh, how I loved the depression, the misery of their pain! I thrived on it! But now, I am caged from all that excitement of listening to humanities woes. Captured by that old woman and her two idiot helpers who assist her in her bidding. Now I waste my days trapped as a carnival attraction, loathing the overseers that pass me by only to "ooo" and "ahhh" at the sight of me. Oh, the humiliation! Have I just become some cheap way to make those filthy humans that run this God-forsaken beast show wealthy? What has my purpose in this world become? What has happened to the wickedness I have been so accustomed to? It has merely faded away, as I grow older and slower in this cage of mine.
And that unicorn, the new one, she is something completely different all together. She is real, like me. She has not been transformed into some mythical creature, nothing more than an illusion caused by magic tricks like the others. Never the less, I could use her in my planning, somehow. But she talks with that useless wizard pretender; I don't trust her for it. I can never trust anyone who can speak with a straight face to a human.
But I know something those imbeciles don't. I've been watching them, lately. I've been learning their every move, patterns of behavior, calculating their thoughts into my own. For harpies are cleverer than you care to think, and one day, when they aren't looking, I'm going seek out the revenge I so rightfully deserve. So if you see that old enchantress woman with the tree on her head and the long crooked nose, tell her to watch her back. She just never knows who might be behind her, readied with sharp fangs, hungry…