Here I sit, alone, in the quiet darkness. I never knew my family and I never had any friends. I am caught in a wall dividing different creatures. I am what people call a "half-breed."
No. I am not caught in one wall. I bring together many others.
I stay here, in this darkness, season after season. Time means nothing to me. My large wings ruffled in the invisible wind. A sound rumbled in my throat and I opened my beak and released it, too-high a pitch to be heard. Moments passed but the echo never came.
The wind became warm and my short fur almost glowed. However my long striped tail brushed the ground which had turned hard and cold. The warmth was slowly draining from me and into the stone.
My pointed ears were pricked for the smallest sound. The tiniest bit of hope that I will be accepted. But it doesn't happen. It never will.
Many consider me to be worthless. A terrible waste of God's gift of life.
I raked my clawed hands on rock as I thought of how I had wished for death to take me, but it never did.
After much time, I started to walk. I wasn't heading anywhere, for nothing was here, yet still I continued to walk. I didn't know how long. Time was like an illusion to me. I have sat in this dark world for many seasons.
I knew nothing of the real world. I could remember nothing from before I was placed in this rocky prison. Not colors, nor the trees or sky. I no longer even knew my name, if I had ever had one. I do not know what I look like or what other living creatures look like.
I felt cold, wet, warm, wind. Many seasons were passing. Soon though, my feet, the only human-like part of me except my eyes, felt something new.
It was dry and shifty. The air tasted strange to my beak. I heard a crashing sound before it quieted as if retreating. The strange sound got loud, crashed, and then became quiet over and over again.
A bright light shined from somewhere in the darkness. I ran towards it, not seeing anything like it for as long as I can remember. As I got closer the strange air blew against my bare skin.
I reached the light but ended up throwing my wings around to shield my eyes. After time passed I moved my wings and took in my surroundings. The deep blue water rolled against rocks unlike the cold wet stones I was used to.
The air was so much fresher and all of the strange colors. I was overwhelmed. White puffs fly in the sky before I was forced to close my eyes.
My fur for once felt truly warm as the bright light radiated off my skin, however my eyes still hurt from the…what was it called?
I would have thought more but the warmth caused my throat to rumble in a purr. I tried to open my eyes but to no avail. My wings were once again shielding me from the light, whatever it was.
A word entered my mind and I moved one of my wings to see the yellow streaks in the large blue upper world.
In a tongue as strange to me as this new world I rasped.
"Sun?"