"So, Fall-ight. Been flying lately?" A falcon smirks as he talks to Flight. She glares at him. "Why are you so mean?" She asks. He laughs. "Because you're different." He says. Soar is the top flyer in the falcons. He's completely black, with white tips at the end of his wings. He spreads his wings in her face and started to flap wildly, mimicking her when she flies. She scowls at him and tries to walk away, but he follows her. "STOP IT!!" She shouts. Confused by the sudden approach, he takes to the air. He growls and nose-dives toward her. She lets out a terrified squawk. Landing beside her, he whispered in a harsh voice, "You'll pay for that, loser." He flew away to a small cave. "I'm here, Irontalon." A dark shape rises up in the darkness. "Have you...found it?" A hoarse voice says. "Oh yes, Irontalon. I've found the weapon."
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Birds Soar...They don't fall
Short StoryA small hummingbird is bullied, but after payback, she realizes there is more to the mean words.
