Reincarnation
They watched in horror as the wolf-like monster raked his claws down their leader.
There had finally been too many of them. Their wonderful, strong leader had fallen in battle. The beasts laughed and left the dying girl crumpled on the ground. They lifted her and flew her body back to her mother's house.
They watched their leader die. She left this life surrounded by her four closest friends, her mother, her half sister, and her gothic boyfriend holding her hand. The last words she uttered were to tell him how much she loved him. Then she was still.
They looked towards the stoic boy, wondering why he was making that noise. It was the first time they had ever seen him cry.
She was buried in a golden coffin in the forest nearby. They would never be able to replace her. She was their leader and their mother. Her boyfriend simply stared, to shocked and anguished to say anything. She had been his whole world.
When the boy vanished after not eating or sleeping for days, the fallen girl's mother knew where he had gone. She found him on top of his soul mate's grave, pale and unmoving. She knew he was gone without checking. Even as a doctor, there was nothing she could do. She carefully covered him in a blanket until he could be properly buried. Then she slowly walked back to tell the others the news.
His funeral was also small. He was buried next to his girlfriend, their leader, in a simple black coffin. Now they had lost their father-figure too.
They barely managed to continue without them. What would they do if the wolf-men that killed their leader returned?
Two weeks later, the hawks came. The young African-American, her chatter mouth silenced by their tragedy, saw them first. She pointed and explained what she saw to the blind teen. Two hawks, one large and black, the other slightly smaller with wings just like their leader's.
When they stayed without attacking or leaving for three days, she spoke her theory to the group of winged mutants still mourning the lost of their parent figures. The small blonde girl told the older girl she was being silly. But the hawks stayed.
When the wolf-men came back, they realized the ex-chatterbox was right. The two hawks attacked the monsters, keeping the rest of the kids safe. The young boy with digestive problems suggested that they bring the mated hawks to live inside. No one objected.
The birds were truly their leader and her loved one brought back. The hawks protected them in battle, behaved perfectly inside, and even scolded the kids on their table manners with a peck on the shoulder or ear. When the brown female hawk laid eggs, they watched all three eggs and kept them safe.
The hawks lived to be almost sixty, unnaturally long for their species. By then, the kids they had originally died protecting were grown up and had their own kids.
They were still sad when the hawks finally took their last breaths, and they buried them next to the graves of their human bodies.
The children of the two hawks endured, siring a breed of hawks that were smarter, stronger, and more magnificent than any other bird. Though the leader and her boyfriend were dearly missed as humans, they were never forgotten. Their memory and bird-descendants lived on.
Just something short that struck me today. And what is Fanfiction for if not sharing your ideas, no matter how weird they are?
To be perfectly honest, I don't believe in reincarnation. I'm Catholic, and I believe in God and in Heaven. This was purely a fictional writing! I don't agree with all of those types of ideas.
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