Taking Flight

[godo156]

Chapter 1-A Wing Broken

Humment

Dang this is hard.
I have no other thing to do, so I guess I should start out by writing how this all started.

My horrible excuse of a family was free, but then a dictator that refers to himself as "The Minister" took over and set up a new set of harsh laws that limited
everything I and many others basically did every day.

• A curfew that wasn't even needed, as no bird could fly at night.
• A sedition that keeps anybody from under speaking him.
• Only natural nectar was allowed, which meant that only flowers were the only source of food, and no Feeders.
• And a lot many other limits, regarding proper feeding, travel, and even moving.

All of this made me, and teens from all over the flock angry: we had enough of the pigeon bile.

So, once we gathered about a dozen of others, we planned to destroy his family's nest while they were away.

But everything went wrong so quickly. We were caught in the act when the Minister and his son came back (which we thought they were gone for a meeting) and everybody, sparing one, escaped.

And guess who was that? Me.

When I was caught by his guards, he had said to me; "Teenagers like you are trash. And trash is something that the flock does not need. Guards, escort this brat out of the flock. He needs to be taught a lesson."

So I was banished. Since then, I have been scrounging around, starved from not
being able to find enough nectar flowers so
far from the flock. I also didn't "want to break the law".
But after a couple more hours, I had finally cracked down and ate from a feeder that was in a human's yard a good while away from the trees.

I was slurping the sugary fluid down my throat, (which was filling me up) but then I heard barking from a Great Dane that lived at the yard that the feeder was on, but it was distant. I should of left then.

The dog had soon noticed me and charged up to the feeder and attacked me
while I was in the air. I tried to get away, but it had me in a tight spot.

Out of desperation, I started attacking it's muzzle with my talons and beak, staining it with a few droplets of blood. But that only made it angrier.

With annoyance, it started to snap at me with it's briar-sharp teeth, missing me every time. But I knew it couldn't miss me forever.

After a few minutes, it finally got hold of me, biting down hard. Having it's teeth stabbed in my right wing, I noticed that it had no intent of letting go and was going even deeper into my underskin and closer to the bone.

But just as I thought he was going to continue mauling on me, a male voice shouted to stop: "Louis get off of it now!"

Though he couldn't tell my gender, what he said did the trick-the dog had let go and stalked away, making speech-like grunts while going.

In that instant, I fainted possibly from blood loss.

When I had woke up a few hours later, a state of confusion and fear got me. Where was I? Was I dead? Then I remembered what had happened. I checked my wing and I saw it was in bandage.

So then the last thing to worry about where I was. I was inside of a house, judging by the still and dead air, and I was on a "kitchen counter". It was nearing dusk outside, but the inside was well lit.

But as soon as I started to get a look around, the human that rescued me came in.

"Oh, you're awake, tiny hummer," he said as he brought in a bowl of liquid that seemed oddly familiar. "I hope my dog didn't harm you enough to keep you grounded for life. Heck, I don't even know why I'm talking to you; it's not like you can
understand me."

But the truth was that I had understood every word that passed his teeth.

"Go ahead, drink it," the man pestered.

I guessed that it wasn't poisonous, so I went ahead and slurped some through my beak. It had tasted exactly like the nectar from before the accident, making me recall the recent, painful memories, but I still drank it until it was empty.

"Wow you were hungry."

Really, I didn't know that! I thought angrily.

Then the Great Dane walked in, and started to speech-bark at me again, like he was trying to tell me: "Just you wait, I'm going to kill you in the end."

"Louis, shut up!" He scolded and it ran away with it's tail between it's legs.

"Wow, it getting late. Time to go to bed." the man said, heading to his room, which then was proceeded by a flopping sound (Probably him getting in "bed").

As for me, just waking up, I couldn't go back to sleep.

So I decided to finally explore the building without getting interrupted.

Along the way I had found the typewriter I'm on now, and the thought came by that I should write what happened so far, just in case I need it to get everything gathered in my head.

After an hour of typing away with my beak (you'd be surprised what a beak can do) I fell asleep with the feeling like I should of just died…
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and here's a rewritten version of chapter two.
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Chapter 2-Discoveries


Humment

I slept surprisingly good, considering the horrible events of yesterday. I woke up from the rays of light peeped through the pane of "glass" called a window, still in great pain. It made me think; why, out of the whole group, why was I singled out of everybody else?

Well at least I'm not dead. I thought on the upside, whether it was small or not.

But then I heard grunting of the man waking up I turned around to see the him pick up the papers that I typed out last night.

Crap! Why didn't I think about hiding them? Oh yeah I was sleeping and I'm too small to pick it up… I thought, making me want to face-palm myself (if I had a palm, or a hand, or a face!).

"Hello paper…" he said drowsily, holding the sheets like they were his morning newspaper.

But then after reading it, he gave me a puzzled look.

"Wait a minute… did you type this?"

I guess I had no choice, (otherwise, he would probably think he was in so I typed in:

|Well you were even reading it?|

"Yes I did. But how do you understand--"

|-English? Well, I'm not a rotting lump on a log. Also researching about it for branch-grows help, too.|

"Why would you ever need to do research? Your just a bird. And what is a branch-grow?" he questioned.

| I'm not telling you why I did, but a branch-grow in human terms is a month, but much, much shorter.| I said matter-of-factly.

Now, just because I did not want to tell him why I did just for the fact that he's one of those stereotypical humans, basically thinking that humans are the only ones that should think, does not mean I will not write it out (though he probably will find out if he reads this…).

The main reason why I was even interested was because I was the least favored in the family.

As I've mentioned, my family was cruel to me ever since the moment I hatched (which has been about a half-ova-year), almost broke me.

Just to keep my sanity, I had to escape my life by going to the library and drown out everything by reading over a dozen of leaflets, soon reading two a day.

Over a time, I developed an interest of the lives of humans and soon I observed a family not far from here, recording a variety of things, from their slang, to their outdoor activities.

I'm writing these notes because seeing as though Daniel (the man) has took a interest in what I type, and I know humans well enough that they can't keep things to themselves, so I expect other humans to read this, and should at least know what I'm talking about.

"Well, before I ask you any more questions, erm, let's have breakfast," Daniel said optimistically.

For this meal, "breakfast", he gave me a bowl of nectar, while he had a bowl of oats.
After the meal, we left the "kitchen" and went back to room with the typewriter.

"First off, what is your name?" He asked.

|Humment.|

"Good, now I know that you already stated in these papers," he started, holding up the sheets. "but why did you choose my bird feeder, out of all in the neighborhood I live in?"

|Because it was not only the closest place I could go, but it was one of the few places I am familiar with.|

"I understand, but why did…"

The questions rolled on for at least a hour, leaving my beak feel like I flew into a window pane, (now that I know what it is).

"Wow, that took a hour!" Daniel whined like a six-year old.

Yeah, no kidding!

"Though it might be a little bit chilly, I think we both deserve to head outside to get some fresh air."

Whoo, fresh air! I thought full of both sarcasm and relief.
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chapter 3

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Chapter 3-A Library Apprentice

Humment

When he opened the "glass-sliding door", a gust of mild wind had blown in through it, which instantly made me feel refreshed, finally getting living air in my lungs.

Walking out of the house, he came out to a rectangular, stone and moss-covered area that would be described as a "patio", with a circular glass table in the center, with the woods about eighteen branches away.

But then after staying out for only a minute, I noticed the effects of the upcoming season.

The trees and bushes were in the tint of orange and scarlet, the ground covered in a few fallen leaves, and the air was beginning to chill, which could explain the wind.

To Daniel's shock I jumped out of his hand and into the air, trying to fly in the process, hoping that the wind could carry me.

But the result ended in me flapping my wings (or rather, wing) in the air like a duck, and then I fell to the ground.

"You don't just jump out of a person's hand with a broken wing; use your brain!" Daniel scolded, tapping my head as he picked me up.

"And to say something related, your wing probably won't completely heal for a couple of weeks."

Well that is just great! When I will be back in the air, everyone will all be down south! Even better, I am thinking like a depressed duck!

After that small tantrum, I heard the steady hum of wings.

Great someone is here. Maybe they will can help me, which would be good; or they might go and tell the Minister and he'll send a brigade to fetch me and try to probably sentence me to death, which is not good at all…

But as the figure was coming closer in the air, I noticed that it was my best, and only friend, Cean.

The day that me and Cean met was one of the times that I was studying at the library of the flock, when he came and offered help for my research.

"Hey, I see that you are studying about humans, would you possibly want any help?" he asked as he walked up to my bookstand.

"Who are you again? And just so you know, my name is Humment." I replied, disturbed from my research.

"I'm Cean, the apprentice of this library. Upon my master's request, I have wrote a good number of leaflets, with some of them being about humans regarding language, behavior, the tools they use for a living, and a good stack of other things." he explained as polite as he could, as instructed by his master.

"Would you like to see them?"

"Sure." I had said, slightly interested at the mention of humans; they have always seemed to come to my attention when I would see them while looking for dinner.

And so I kept coming back to the library, talking to my new friend.

I even tried to encourage him to come and help trash the Minister's nest, but he backed down.

He said he would not do it, because he said it would tarnish his reputation.

Now, he is here now, flying in the air ahead.

"Is that you Humment?" he asked,
surprised to see me.

"Afraid so." I replied.

"What happened? I know that you and a few others went to attack the Minister's nest, but it went haywire." he said.

So then I filled him in on what happened yesterday and today.

"Darn it, I wish I could do something about this. Minister said horrible things about you at the last meeting." Cean said, right before he looked at the setting sun.

"I'm sorry Humment, but I have to go collect
some leaflet leaves for my master. See you later."

Cean had left right as the sky was reaching the end of twilight and Daniel took me inside.
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