Flying Free prologue

PROLOGUE

Fall watched the pre-dawn light through the silver prison bars, wondering if she would ever be able to fly properly again.
She sighed as she heard the guards changing shifts, wondering why there were so many of them. Usually if experiments were done to her or her friends, they were done together, but apparently not today. Then, a minute later, she winced as the doors next to her opened, and she watched outside as guards came out, carrying seven bundles, looking very much like people in bags.
She frowned as the smallest bundle moved slightly, and then began to thrash around. Then, she heard a small, piercing scream.
Dove! Fall thought urgently. She watched, wide eyed, as the guards brought the bundles toward the edge of the huge cliff facing the sea. The sea was vast, and no one could see the other side, not from any place on their island. That was why this was such a good place for a prison. It was a prison, having no other name.
They hit Dove over the head, and the bag went limp once again. The fourteen guards brought the bundles to the cliff and began to swing.
One...two...three...
Then they let go of the bags, which began to fall down, down, down, down to the foamy, churning sea and out of sight below the deep, dark depths.
“NO!” Fall began to scream, slamming herself onto the bars, shirking at the guards below, her wings out smashing the walls.
One looked up. “Someone subdue Criplewings, fast!” He shouted.
Guards had been waiting for this moment, and her cell door was open. She flew at the guards, screaming, and tackled one, kicking him very hard in his throat, hearing a satisfying crack.
Then one hit her over the head with a dagger hilt, and her eyes rolled up into her head as she sank into oblivion.