Riding Out The Storm
Hedwig's POV
He's having nightmares again.
He's been having nightmares for at least two cycles of the moon. Every night, he wakes up crying out against some unseen demon. Every night, he tosses and turns like prey in their final heartbeats...
I wish I could halt those dreams.
He is still a young one, a chick. Chicks should not have to dream of evil things every night. They should not have the weight of the world on their shoulders.
Yet my chick does.
The scar on his forehead is glowing. I don't think the others of his kind ever notice it, but I can - a faint, ethereal glow of power.
I wish I could do something.
I watch as he bolts upright, glancing wildly around the room. His eyes are wide, scanning the room as though expecting to see foes there. I hoot sadly at him as he does so. Shakily, he clambers out of his nest ( how humans sleep in such odd-looking nests I will never know) and walks over to me. Carefully, he unlatches my cage door. Once it is unlatched, I swoop out and land on his shoulder.
He should not have to fear the darkness as much as he does.
I flutter up onto his bedpost as he sinks onto his nest. I flutter onto his chest and allow the chick to pet me.
After a few minutes, he stands and walks over to his window. I flutter onto his shoulder, and we both stare out into the darkness. Waiting for the storm to come.
The End
A/N - In memory of Hedwig, the most loyal pet ever.