Heron In Chains

Author's Note,Yeah...I know I'm bad...but don't worry. I won't stop working on Romance of a Rookie, I've got 12 pages written for this ficcy and I really wanted to get it up. Probablly not today, but most like 1 chapter or two will be up. There's a lot to type.
Chapter 1

Sanar sat down on the cold steel floor of his rather giant cage.

"Since you've always been so kind to me, child, I will share with you the tale of my free life."

The young girl stood before the cage, her hands gripping the bars on the outside of the cage. She was the only member of the whole family that was truely kind to him. The other members of the family treated him like a pet. He was different from other Laguz "slaves", instead of being forced to do hard labor, hewas merely a "pet" to this wealthy noble Beorc family.

This was because he was a member of the Heron tribe, a very rare and unique race of Laguz. The Heron filled many Beorc with awe...which led some Beorc to try and claim them for their own...and treat them like pets. Of course, the many Beorc thought it a good idea to start capturing Laguz of the many different tribes to do difficult manual labor...and also entertain, and serve as pets.

The Heron tribe was special, a gift from the goddess herself, some would say. The Herons resided in the country of Begnion, in the vast forests of Serenes, another small country contained within Begnion.

The delicate flesh of a Heron is a pale porcelene color, their eyes range anywhere from the glistening color of a ruby to the majestic blue skies, their flowing hair is the golden color that eradiates from angels, and the most angelic wings rise from their backs.

Angel, the Beorc little girm, stared at Sanar with a saddened countenence.

"But aren't you free now? My family just puts you in a cage and makes you stay inside so you'll be safe. They don't wanna hurt you."

He could only smile at the young girl's naivety.

"If only you were mature enough to understand, little one. How old are you? Beorc age and Laguze age differ greatly."

She perked her head to the side.

"Um...eight. Isn't that old enough?"

He shook his head, "No. But let us speak of something else. I will get to my story, aye?"

Angel nodded, "Yes, tell me please."

Sanar couldn't help but curl his delicate mouth into a smile at the child's innocence before beginning his story.

Let's see...it was five years ago before I came to live among your family. I doubt you'd remember, you'd only be three in Beorc years...but perhaps you may remember. Anyway...I lived where all other Heron's resided; in the vast and grand forests of Serenes. Also, I was one of many Serenes noblemen, we lived in the canopies of the trees, invisible to the Beorc and Laguz eye, protected by the goddess. Onlyour fellowHerons could see our homes in the canopies with out magical aid. The only way the Serenes residence could be revealed to the other non-Herons is if a Heron priest or guardian went down below and sang a special enchantment.

The Serenes Forest had such a magical beauty that it was awe-inspiring. It inspired anyone that had the honor of treading foot in the holy soil of our forest. Yet, strangely enough in some instances it would ignite an overwhelming envious hatred inside of others. Instead of fighting off those who tried to destroy us and out home; we lulled their souls into peace with song...and extinguish the negativity.

We are a peaceful Laguz tribe that didn't have any fighting skills and didn't believe in violence. For violence solves nothing and only creates more problems and turns Beorc and Laguz into souless monsters. Though we are stong in spirit and will, we are physically frail.

The nobles roamed around Serenes and kept things in order, the nobles were our law, we were not unlawful or unjust. We made sure peasent and noble were helped and treated all the same, as equals. All Herons are born pure of heart, so they can never do wrong unless a foriegn influence is pressed upon them long enough.

My days in the house of Serenes were ever joyful. A Heron must be able to sing so beautifully that the goddess herself weeps upon us.I gave hatchlings (Heron children and/or teens) choir lessons and also certain instrumental lessons. I suppose you could say we did have a school for all Heron children so that they could lear all basic Heron skills and upgrade from there.

So it is one of my duties to teach our hatchlings, though I am not the only one that teaches.

I am also a represenative of our tribe, I go out and meet with the leaders and officials of the other nations. Only the neutral of friendly nations of course, since physically a Heron has no way to protect themself from physical harm.

We Herons specialize in tantilizing songs, but not all of us stay in Serenes. Oh no, some of us get hired to be guardians for Beorc. Since Herons can read a person's mind when the atmosphere is calm we can know a person's true intent and only accept a true hearted, gentle Beorc's request.

"Child, if you could fetch me an instrument I could play you one of my legendary lullibys and fill your dreams with happy thoughts."

"I think I have something in here you could play. I'm glad mommy and daddy let you sleep in my room at night. It gets scary in the dark."