*puff puff* We just landed. Well, I just crashed, the other nine landed. Skie is having a hay day out there, picking pine cones and throwing them at us. He better not hit me, I've got a handica- HEY!! Watch where you throw those things!
jeez. He has no idea what its like, does he? Having wings but not being able to fly well? I'm just a liability to the little group of us, the Tribe. I just slow everyone down.
Anyway, I was telling my life story, right? well. Where was I? oh, yeah...
I had flown toward them, but the guards took them inside. A minute later they were flying between the bars in their natural bird form. The guards put them in the wrong cell in their excitement of getting another shipload of kids to do tests on. What jerks.
Anyway, we flew around for a while, but the guards herded us back in. we didn't want to escape. Wynd had done that once and he had been caught, beaten.
So now the end of all hope has come. I should tell you how I got cripple, but that can wait.
Wishing you all happy, winged lives
Fall Flihawk
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