ANGEL OF DEATH
CHAPTER ONE: RESCUED BY A FALCON
Margalo the canary and her family watched in horror as the peregrine falcons circled around them. They had hoped they'd be safe from predators when they'd built this nest in the woods outside of New York City. However, clearly they had been mistakenly. Margalo watched with anguish as falcons swooped down, carrying off her parents and siblings, one by one. Soon, she was the only one left, with falcons zooming near to her. She knew that they were predators and that she was shortly to die, just like her family no doubt had. She shut her eyes as she saw a falcon approaching. When she was seized, she trembled. Surely, she would be taken to some rock or something and ripped apart and eaten.
When she felt the falcon land, she began to sob, figuring that this would be the end. She would die, too young to have even been able to how to fly. "Do not cry, young one," she heard a voice say. She assumed that it was the falcon talking to her.
"Do not cry? You're going to kill me, just like the others killed my family. Why shouldn't I cry?" Margalo sobbed.
"I could not save the others. There is only one of me. But I, unlike the, do not believe in eating hatchlings. So I took you out of there."
Margalo sniffled. If this falcon wasn't going to eat her, then he must be telling the truth. "Even so, I will die on my own. Mom and Dad fed me. Now they're gone."
"I will gather you food, and I shall try and raise you. I don't know much about canaries, other than their taste-"
"You do eat canaries then?"
"I eat meat. It's how I was born. I do not eat children, but everything else is fair game as far as I'm concerned. That's just how nature is. Brutal, but reality."
"Who you are?"
"My name is Falcon. What is your name?"
"Margalo."
"Well, Margalo. I live in the city. It's clear that you can't live out here any more."
"I guess you're right." Margalo looked sadly behind her as she saw the forest she'd lived her whole life in slowly disappear from view.