I ran, I jumped, I flew! My flight was wonderful, until I saw the flash of yellow below me. And then a spark of electricity, and then an arc of power blasting towards me, and the pain was unbearable.
I fell to the ground and landed on my wing, then he4ard a crack, and knew something was wrong. When I looked at myself, I saw my wing, my beautiful wing, bent and twisted into horrible angles. It was awful.
Then came the sound of a small creature hopping towards me, and a larger one behind it. I looked up and saw my doom charging toward me. It had bright red cheeks. I always thought my doom would look more powerful.
But it scared me all the same.
And another blast of electricity flashed from its face and hit me, shattering my rib cage. I was flying again. Only this time the flight was less beautiful, more painful. And when I connected with the ground my chest burst open and blood poured out, staining the grass as red as the creature's cheeks.
I screamed.
Then the demon bounded towards me again, this time darting forward and slamming into me, knocking into my head. And my scull was cracked, and smashed, and broken. All that was keeping my brain intact was the tight cocoon of feathers
I blacked out just as I heard the sound of the monster and its master leaving to find other folk to torture.
A small Spearow fluttered across the nest and dropped a piece of the Rattata to her mother, who lay in the twigs and straw, only able to eat, and no ability to think. She smelled the food and tore into it ravenously, but once it was gone, she drifted back into her living sleep, always seeing, never understanding. She had pink substance oozing out of the gash in her head, and black orbs gazing straight ahead of her that never registered a single sight instead of eyes.