Prologue

It was dark. But the Bald Eagle heard the eagles from miles away. "Wake up", he whispered to his mate, "They're here. They're coming." Immediately, his mate leaped up, talons sharp, wings ready.
"Are we going to fight?" She hissed.
"Not you. You have to get our son. He needs you. I'll hold off the others as long as I can." Sharn told her, "you must take him, and go without me."
"I can't leave you!" She exclaimed.
"You mustn't argue. Just go, and take our young one with you." The Bald Eagle sighed, "Go quick, before you are seen."
"I can't leave you!" She hissed, her heart leaping with fear. She knew The Bald Eagle was trying to help her, to save her...and their son. She knew this day would come. But she had never imagined she would have to leave her mate to save their only chick.
The sound of wings pounding the air began to come closer.
"You have to go!" The Bald Eagle hissed.
His mate did not argue, but she took their son in her talons and began to raise her wings in flight. Suddenly, a large black eagle had swooped down and grasped the young bald eagle in her talons. As she began to take off in flight, The Bald Eagle flew at her, claws out, and sliced down on her right wing. The black eagle screamed in pain and dropped the chick back into its nest. The Bald Eagle's mate flipped around, talons clawing and flying at the black eagles face. She grasped the young chick in her claws and began to fly away from the battle, away from the black eagles, away from her mate she lived so much...
Suddenly, the mate of The Bald Eagle felt a searing pain driving down her shoulder. She turned to see her shoulder covered with blood and she felt the beat of flapping wings just behind her. Gasping, she turned completely around in midair just to see a giant black eagle swoop towards her...no...not towards HER but towards her chick. The Bald Eagle's mate knew she was going to die. She knew she was going to loose her son...so she let go of the chick. The young eagle began to fall further and further down into the Sea...

Chapter 1

The young bald eagle gasped for breath as he hit the water. It was dark. He couldn't swim, he couldn't fly. The waves kept splashing up over him, it was getting in his beak and in his eyes, making them water. He splashed and tried to swim against the waves. But he wasn't strong enough and soon his head was dunked under the waves. He fought the waves and reached the surface again. He took a deep breath of air before another wave pushed him under the water again. The young eagle was growing weak. He struggled to keep his head above water, flailing his wings uselessly. As his head dunked under water for the third time, he used his legs to spring up to the surface again. He was starting to keep his head above water a little more easily now. His legs were paddling swiftly underneath the waves. But even his legs were beginning to tire now and he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. The young eagle closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the water rushing around him. Then he opened his eyes again. There was something there...a raft! A tiny wooden raft was floating not far away from him. He sighed in relief and began to paddle towards it. His legs were aching now and he struggled to reach the tiny raft in front of him. He reached out a talon when he got close enough, and hurled himself on top of it. He let himself fall onto his back and gasped in the air. His whole body aching, the young eagle closed his eyes...

The small eagle opened his eyes. How long had he slept for? It was daylight now and the sun shone down hard on the young eagle and his small wooden raft. The young eagle first forgot where he was. At first he thought he was back in his nest with his mother and father. Then he remembered. A band of eagles had attacked their nest. He remembered being safely in his mother talons, then the next moment he was falling, hearing screams and screeches as he fell. Then he had landed in water.
He looked up and was aware of one thing only,
'Food! I need food!' He thought.
He looked up and around him. He was in a raft in the middle of water. He didn't know how to catch fish! His parents had only ever brought food to him in his nest at home. Frath wondered how to catch fish, but he thought that catching a mouse might be easier...
Mice!
But there were no mice in water, even a young eagle like him knew that. He was now aware of another thing:
Land. He needed to reach land.
He sat up and the eagle stared in shock across the vast sea. There was no land in sight! All his hopes were crushed.
"No.." He whispered in despair. He fell back onto his back, feeling the wooden raft sway with the waves beneath him. He sighed and decided to sleep more. Maybe when he woke up next he would be closer to land, maybe he would be close to something...anything that could help him.

The next time the young eagle woke was when he heard the cries of another bald eagle high above him. Immediately, the young bald eagle began to yell out to it,
"Help! Help me! Please!" But his screams of desperation were all in vain as the larger eagle continued to fly away, unaware of the young eagle lying on a raft in the Sea, becoming closer and closer to death...

The young eagle woke in the night. He was hearing something, he was feeling the raft move...but it wasn't moving with the waves anymore...it was being pulled...pulled along ground.
At first, the young eagle gasped in amazement- he had reached land at last! But then he heard growling and he flinched. He looked up at the sun and saw a furry, gray face with bright green eyes leaning over him.
Wolf.
The young eagles mother had warned him about wolves. She had said that they ate eagles who were injuries or dying, but most of the time they couldn't catch eagles because they couldn't fly like eagles could.
But the young eagle couldn't fly either.
Suddenly, he realised in horror that there was not one wolf, but more then three wolves, pulling the wooden raft onto the shore.
The young eagles heart raced. He had no chance now. He was too weak, tired and numb to make a run for it and the wolves would outrun him either way. The young bald eagle shut his eyes tight and waited for it to be over...as a huge dark gray wolf towered over him, fangs bared and eyes aflame.