Screaming. What i wouldnt have given to hear screaming right now, But no, Avians dont scream, especialy not my mother.

I sat on the small bed in my room, and listened to my parents fight. My mothers cold emotionless voices cut through the wooden door as if there was none. My fathers voice held more emotion than my mother, if any at all. He was sad. I stood streched and then nelt by my bed, i began to pray.

"oh please, Alasdair, godess, and princess of all, take me from this hell, take me from this hell that calls its self wyverns court, please."

"we have to leave, Erik, we must, we are good avian people and I will not be ruled by a cobra." by mothers voice behind the door was almost a hiss now, revealing none of the emotions, that should have come with her words.

"Tina, please, you must not fret, Salem will be a good king, youll see, I promise, he will be a good king." my father was pleading now, his reserve shattering. My mother sniffed. most likely turning away from the pathetic man that was her pair bond.

"Oliza," she spoke again "was one think, she was half hawk, half respectful, but Salem," she sneered "Is a cobra, and a dancer."

The feathers on the back of my neck rose from her tone, me and my father both knew not to question her when she used that tone of voice. I could hear my father sigh, and walk to his bedroom door, he paused.

"I will Consider your words, Tina, but I truley do not wish to leave, I love wyverns court and so does Coroline."

At the sound of my name I began to pray again.

"Please Alasdair, take me from this place." I whispered.

I knew it was no good, begging dead prencesses wouldnt solve my problems, I need to fly, or run, or crawl I didnt care, all I knew was that I needed to get out of that house.

I layed in my bed for a few hours, listening to my father snore in the next room. I layed on the soft cotton pillow, and let a few tears escape. I dont know when the last time I cried was, it was frowned apon in Avian society, even if we did live around Serpiente, who wore there emotions on their sleeves.

When I was young, about 13 or 14 I used to pray about visiting the dancers nest, and singing and danceing, and crying, anfd kissing, just like the dancers. I wouldnt have to hide from the people I loved just because it was considered disrespectful. I used to pretend that I was born Serpiente, and not avain, that i had been raised to run to a mothers embrace, and cuddle with other children, hold hands with boys my age and not be expected to marry them. I used to pretend I was free.

but as I grew, i forgot that hope, I learned to icy reserve of all Avians. As years passed, I forgot about freedom, I forgot about love, and what it was like to cry. But on this night it all came back. All I had always wanted, came crashing down on me, and I let loose 17 years worth of tears, in a matter of minutes.

I rose from my bed, sretched my neck and crossed my room. I was forbidden to leave the house at this hour, but breaking that rule would be fun, what was fun anyway? I stepped onto the ledge and shifted form.

I could feel the cold caress of night air on my smooth black wings. I beat the air concentrating on what I wanted, and who I was, nothing else.

I am Coroline Andreson. I am 17 years old. I am a raven, and from now on I am free.