The King watched as he saw a secondary king finally succeed in getting eggs, yet was crushed by the enraged flightless birds. He chuckled evilly.
"Leonard was a smart king," King Pig bellowed, turning to his ministers. "But he had a flaw in his plan. He did not fool proof the hatches, thus creating debris for the feathered ones to follow. But I have a better plan. Go fetch me Huntress."
Miles below the surface, a figure was huddled on the stone ground trying to puff her feathers to keep warm. She was apparently trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but as she found the perfect spot, the dungeons door burst open, revealing two massive and buff pigs. The female attempted to hide in the shadows, but her metallic coat revealed her location. By then, she had learned that it was smarter to come quietly rather than putting up a fight.
"Ah," King said slyly as he smirked. "Huntress! So glad you were forced to join us! By me! Now isn't that the most hilarious thing you have ever heard!"
The hall rang with the rude snorting the pigs called laughter. They taunted and jeered, laughed at and cursed at the metallic feathered bird, who remained so still she could have been mistaken for a statue made from the purest and most beautiful silver, no, mithril, dug up from a world that no longer exists. Very suddenly, shocking everyone that was to bear witness, the silvery bird spat at King Pig. His smirk widened.
"Do we really need to get the red and cloven hooves?" he chuckled. The bird shrank back, hatred pouring from her dark stilted eyes. "That's right. Now, we're gonna give those other birds a few weeks to get their guard down. Then, you and five pigs will go onto their pathetic island. Steal the eggs."
The silver bird called Huntress glared at the crown wearing pig.
"Still giving me the silent treatment?" he taunted. "Or you can't speak in my awesome presence?"
Two seconds later, the silver bird preformed a ninja loop, kicking the king in the face. When she landed, fist first, the stone below her cracked. Getting up and still looking down, the silver one was concentrating under the crack she created. Her face grew shocked as she saw the red leaking out from below.
"You seriously thought we didn't learn from last time?" the evil pig chuckled again. "Now fly or face the fire!"
The floor completely shattered away, and left the bird frantically flapping. Due to her entire life spent on this, she managed to keep a hover. Her face contracted into a grimacing smile at her success.
"It's only a matter of time Huntress!" The king pig shouted. "And then... fwoosh!" He emphasized the last word with a wave of his fat arms.
The fire beneath the now sweating bird beckoned. It would be nice, to just, you know, let go. Then the flames shifted. They turned into a red nightmare, and the flames taunted at her, laughing, petting. Wait. She was sinking, her tired muscles strained.
"Turn off the flames," the king yelled. "We can't afford to lose our most secret and most lethal weapon to a little fire."
She slowly sank onto the burning coals. They were still hot, but comforting in a way. She cried softly, her tears instantly evaporating.
The laughter of the piggies wafted around her. She originally was just like them, giggling and obnoxious. Then the idea of eggs came around, when she was sixteen, four years before Leonard managed to steal the eggs from the flock. She suddenly became an object, tossed around, out casted, and looked down upon. But when the pigs found out that she couldn't lay eggs unless she had a mate, they began to treat her worse than before, abusing her, turning her into a weapon. She was forced through obstacle courses, sparring matches, and never ending brawls. She soon found she had the rare ability to fly, if just barely. It was not much, but it was something, anything that she could do and her green oppressors couldn't.
"Get her ready for battle," The king jeered. "She's too broken to resist."