This was written for the prompt "myth" at kamg_weekly_100 on livejournal.
Warning: character death.
Icarus
The forest burns behind my friends. A wolf pack can't outrun alien weaponry. Someone will die today.
My wings catch a thermal and I soar above the trees. Can I stop this? Of course not. I'm just a hawk. I'm nothing. What can I do?
Distract the pilot. Buy some time.
Wolves could just be wolves. But a hawk dive-bombing a Bug fighter? They know me.
The Dracon beam slices into the sky. Too close. There's heat - but I think I'm safe. As my feathers singe and my skin bubbles, I don't think I'm going to fall. Only that I flew.