A Bird's Journey

by Micah Debrink

Behind the gameplay screen of Angry Birds, the glittering stars players are awarded with, what are the Angry Birds' lives really like? What journeys do they pursue? What hardships do they face? What is the cold, hard truth of battle, honor, and war? Rated T for violence and minor coarse language.

12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Chuck felt as free as a butterfly. Soaring in the wind, soaking the sun coating its wings. None more than a little effort to soar and glide, landing gracefully with not so much as an inaudible tap on an equally thin leaf. Naked, without a blanket, shivering in the cold of the looming cover of the sun. Exposed to the elements, its particles weathering the brittle folds of its wings; yet surviving with every draft of air, every frost among the expansive, lonely grasslands.

Each day, he focused on his self, what was invisible to the astute eye, but visible to the unseeing eye. He deprived himself of food and most possessions. He did not feel suffering, for he did not sense this, for it eluded his attuned mind. As the days passed, the eternal flame of the sky rested longer and longer. Chuck was free, but alas completely alone. For the butterflies were gone. He was free, but alone in freedom.

He was not alone. He was not dying. He was with others. He was freed at last.

(I'm sorry to say that for now I don't plan on continuing this story. I've realized long stories aren't really my forte. But fret not! I will be making shorter Angry bird one-shots in the near future!)