Hey guys! It's been a while since I did a story. Well, it's not actually a story of mine, but from a close friend of mine by the name of Tomadahawk.
You see, I am friends with him in real life. He recently told me that he wants me to put one of his stories back on this website, so that's why I'm doing this. So all the credit goes to Tomadahawk, not me.
I might make a few changes to the story compared to when it was last posted, which was like, four years ago, such as some of the descriptions and what the characters say.
I'll let you read this story and I hope you enjoy it. No mean reviews, please.
The rain cascaded through the rifts of forest from the ashen glooms, disintegrating the remaining flames from the branches, leaving pitches of vapour behind. Mortal loggers was the cause of combustible destruction around a beloved habitat for the depressing animals, over two million square miles in South America.
Through the deforested area of the rainforest, a flock of blue birds swoop after their chief. His feathers and back overcasts colours of beryl, but his front is much faded and his abbreviate crest of smoothed feathers on his head.
"Why does fate have to dispose of my cherished gems from my clan?" whispering mildly, Eduardo swiftly snaps out of his stressfulness and turned to his tribe, firmly staring with his emerald eyes.
Then he glanced down, thinking it's unbelievable that the humans would crumble their wildlife by wrecking the seedlings as they collapse to the soil, bringing the lifeless branches to their polluted truck and driving off through the dust.
Eduardo led them to a concealed ravine where one of the macaws recommended this concept and he flew alongside him to conduct directions. Compelling, vigorous and charismatic; Roberto is a popular specimen for the females. He felt the same pain after his natural love vanished from his wings, how he would embrace her smooth crest feathers with his silky skin, wrapping his wings around her back while she held him tightly around his waist. The warmth made him comfortable around her. Same as Eduardo, he threw his negative thoughts out of his head and then they arrived at the ravine.
The moon rose above mild lushes; the river was filled with water lilies, clinging together to make a blossom shape while the remaining fish swam underwater. Eduardo, Roberto and the tribe were temporarily mute when they observe a flow of water going in a vertical drop to the river below, otherwise known as a waterfall. They were thankful that they evacuated from the crumbling habitat.
After glancing at the gift of survival, Eduardo declares what happened to his family since the tribe was desperate for feedback and that's when a diminutive macaw came and accompanied him, his older sister, Mimi. Her pale blue eyes examined the flock and then she locked them with her lavender tint eyelids showing and breathed in, then out.
"They were taken by the wildfire!" Mimi cried as tears fell from her eyes, bathing her face in sorrow. Eduardo's wing curled around her shoulder.
He tells the tribe to settle in for the night in their own clay banks, until he can sort out their daily routine in the morning. Mimi followed the flock where they prepared themselves in this situation by building a nest for more comfort, but she couldn't be bothered as she still felt depressed from the aftermath.
The territory felt peaceful for Eduardo, a charming place to forget about the past and think about protecting the tribe and surprising miracles to appear in front of his own eyes. What he wanted was to be reunited with his family. He knew they were gone after the fire spread. Squinting at the obscurity through the tropical rainforest, Roberto was disturbed by the whispers of the chief.
"Roberto," Eduardo whispered, curling his wingtip. Roberto ambled close to him and stared up at his grin from under his beak. "You know, I believe you might have the confidence of shifting to night patrol around here."
When Roberto heard the positive statement, his azure eyes widened in obsession. Eduardo's eyes sparkled, hoping Roberto would accept as his eventual wingman. Roberto smiled. It was rare, going out on night patrol, even at his age since he's in his early teens, but he was hopeful they'll think he's reliable enough to secure the region.
"I can do that." he replied to his chief, serenely. Eduardo glanced at the moon, surrounded by illuminating stars and a comet, hurtling through the dark night.
"So, you'll be here tomorrow night?" he asked, avoiding eye contact.
"You bet." I can't lose my opportunity of guarding the flock. Roberto thought to himself. Eduardo peered over his shoulder, sighing under his breath.
"It won't be easy." he advised the young macaw. "We cannot allow anyone to trespass in our territory - humans, macaws of different species or anybody attempting to kill the key of life."
"I understand, sir." Roberto replied, keeping his tone at a balanced level. He clutched his wing to Eduardo's, shaking moderately.
"We certainly couldn't have had a comeback plan without you, Roberto." Eduardo said, grinning. "Stay here at the waterfall until dawn awakens."
His eyes were not so keen to sleep at nightfall, concerned if his enemies are searching around to find their hideout. Roberto was about to continue his work when Eduardo halted him, he turned to the chief.
"Even though we couldn't rescue out loved ones, you remember our rally cry?" Eduardo asked, thinking hardly. Roberto then relived the moment they first announced their tribe motto and spoke up.
"Birds of blue feathers..."
"Have to stick together." Eduardo said; finishing the phrase, before he went to his own nearby clay bank. Roberto had a scant grin on his beak, before he turned and settled great for his first night out on patrol.
I don't fear how great the years will hold against me. I feel she's still out there and I want to look for her, but I can't. Fleeing the tribe is a much further risk. Me confronting death, it'll be a catastrophe, once and for all. Roberto thought as his eyes were rigid on the bulbous moon for the rest of the night, forbidden to accept that she was gone.
Meanwhile
The rain came to an end as an overshadow spread across a rooted part of the rainforest. Through the canopies, a cobalt figure opened her amber eyes, and observed the darkness around her, bewildered. Pellets of blood gushed from multiple wounds onto her feathers. She crawled and had her spine against a tree stump; panting thickly. Her throat made her voiceless, like her soul of speaks faded into slim breezes. The dehydration radiated her lungs, and then she wheezed. Grasping her heart, she launched herself onto her feet. Her eyes elucidated everything she desired to know. They were nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you, honey?" she gasped coldly.
A response wasn't given. She was unconditionally by herself. The blood was leaking from the laceration in her forehead, garnishing as it filtered into her eyelashes. She fainted into a basin, and cleaned off the remaining blood from head to torso, recouped by refreshing water.
Glancing at the disorientated, a shady figure trailed her, hidden behind a tree. An eagle, with gigantic talons has the force of gripping an entire body of a bird in half. His extensive silvery wings granted him greater speed and strength, and a vicious beak that can shred the limbs and feathers off any bird - clean off. He was ready to strike his prey as he took off without decelerating.
After the female macaw washed off the red fluids, she heard a mind-shattering outcry. A talon scraped her face, sweeping the oxygen out of her. She was flung to the ground, and she was clasped on her back. Kazimir's bloodshot eyes glared at the terrified bird, struggling to breakout from his clutch on her throat and casually shifted conveniently, until his razor-sharp beak contacted at the edge of her beak.
"Where did the species take off from here?" he asked fiercely, stiffening her windpipe.
Her voice had vanished, effectively. She relived the setting where humans first scorched her homeland. She was with her husband at that point, and they were both desperate to seek for their daughter. She saw her clearing out from beneath her father's wing to search for her most treasured possession; a cerulean feather. But with a glimmering texture that no other feathered creature had, it was pretty rare. Her husband had no choice, but to abandon his daughter as the tribe huddled together, then he declared that everyone should evacuate. The rainforest instantly converted into a combat zone. She refused to go with her husband. She has pecked him on the cheek and told him that if she remains in ashes, he'll be the father of the tribe for years yet to occur; be part of a new family, then she turned back from the flock as the clan flew off rapidly. She also looked back at how a flaming branch snapped off a tree, and shot down on top of her. She shrieked in anguish as she tumbled to the ground. The conflagration spread halfway across the branch and she wouldn't have made it if she didn't have the fortitude to hoist an entire growth with her own wings, thanks to her natural relic she had found underneath it and she had felt the intensity inside of her. For whoever implants the feather into their heart, controls the mind of their soul with extraordinary abilities and can increase whether they use them.
She was back to staring at the eagle, continuing to grip her neck with his talon. He was getting irritated with her not responding and then he battered her against another living tree as leaves gently fall to the soil.
"If I... perish..." she spluttered, knowing that she won't live anymore. "There will be another... to take my place. The secrets we lay... are restricted to reveal itself... from outsiders."
She heaped in one last breath, and closed her eyes. Her chest ceased after her last-minute supply of air was set free from out of her beak and sideswiped into a gust of wind on a bittering open night. Kazimir slammed her against the same tree, and then released her neck. The unconscious macaw remained silent in the dirt.
"So be it." Kazimir grunted, glaring down at her corpse.
He used his talons to haul her into the ebony night and shot above the muted rainforest. He took her body to his hideout where his flock are awaiting patiently for him; the Genus Squad. They consist of three species: Black-chested buzzard-eagles, variable hawks and white-tailed hawks. Altogether, Kazimir created a sinister group to invade Earth's climate and wipe out all animals entirely. They defend their hideout with artillery from trespassers, and nobody even ventured to sneak in and uncover their confidential ideas to conquer the world.
Back in the darkened area, a cerulean feather was caught in the gale and then died down instantly as it lightly manoeuvred itself, shimmering through the void, and settled down alongside a memorandum; written by the female macaw herself.
This is what I've discovered in the wild,
To me, a feather is a glorious treasure from the wraith.
For if I rest in peace, my possession shall give,
My energy, intensity, and courage to be our last faith.
The moon gradually descended, the clouds reappeared, and then raindrops spilled after another as a pool of water rested on the base of cerulean colours.
There we go!
What an epic beginning to a story. I'm looking forward to publish more chapters.
I hope you guys don't mind putting a former author's stories onto this website. I don't want to make it feel like it's my story, but it isn't. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me by PM.
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