
your one dream was to be free. ever since you had been born, you could spread your wings, and started learning to fly. you fell, you rose, you broke, you lost. you finally got it right, the final feeling of being free. the winf through your feathers, the peace it come with. nothing could bet it, until that day... everything wasnt free...
they burned it, the forest you had lived in for so many years now. some of your friends died, and were even caught by the monsters. you remeber, you remeber the feeling of being free. you could fly from this, but you didnt. you stayed... you tryed to cure your friends with everything you had, but it didnt work. nothing was working, and the foresr was dead, it was ash. you started to fly, flying away from this and to a different land.
you found it, the perfect place for you, you see may other birds, and you were shot by the feeling of being free. everything was good now, nothing as a danger, for all you know, you were happy.
they burned it, the forest you had lived in for so many years now. some of your friends died, and were even caught by the monsters. you remeber, you remeber the feeling of being free. you could fly from this, but you didnt. you stayed... you tryed to cure your friends with everything you had, but it didnt work. nothing was working, and the foresr was dead, it was ash. you started to fly, flying away from this and to a different land.
you found it, the perfect place for you, you see may other birds, and you were shot by the feeling of being free. everything was good now, nothing as a danger, for all you know, you were happy.







