Wings

Sometimes i like to think about those bottled letters becoming a short anime movie , it always helps me to create a new one .

life has been ordinary these past few days , nothing is changing but that doesn't mean it is bad . at least i am able to write and paint as i wish .

I don't remember when did i read this sentence or who wrote it , but it just got stuck in my head and for some reason i felt the need to write something inspired by that quote .

"It is hard to be your unique self in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else"

I had tried for about three to four days to write this story , i had the idea but was to lazy to write and i just seemed to get stuck whenever i try to write it. but here it is finally complete .

i am quite happy with how it turned out , so i hope you catch the message behind it even though it is quite obvious .

that's for today's bottled letter my wonderful humans , till next time .

hope you're doing well and staying safe and healthy .

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A myth as old as time that had traveled through hundreds and hundreds of civilizations about a boy who was different . and that's how it goes .

Very innocent eyes filled with life and a start of a new beginning stared at a very mournful ,frightened and filled with disgust and confusion ones .

the house of the poor family was a tension wreck . if it didn't happen on their sight they wouldn't have believed that "this " came out of the womb of that woman who is now lying dead .

the man who was supposed to be the father refused to acknowledge the fact that what he is seeing is his own child , he looked at the midwife who was pressed against the wall as far as she can get away form the new born baby " he isn't my child …he isn't my child " like a mantra he repeated not only to convince her but himself as well.

he took a few steps away when the child began to cry asking for attention and care.

With trembling lips " he is a monster " the father said taking his final step out of the house with no intention of returning.

with the tinniest bit of pity the midwife wrapped him up with a bed sheet , making sure not to touch skin to skin , she put him in a basket and took him outside walking in the darkest of nights creeping quietly like the bogeyman ready to feed on children's fears towards the forest.

as she went deeper the howling of the creatures of the night got louder and louder. and when she got too scared to continue she put the basket under a tree, with a whispering voice she said "may your demonic soul reach hell away from the innocents and never come back for vengeance for the world won't show mercy or pity no more "

the baby cried his lungs out . his voice was bleeding, needing food and care but the forest was too quiet and too lonely for his screams to be heard.

three days passed and the boy stayed the same , as quietly and slowly as the softest of raindrops his voice quietened so did his breath, his soul on the way of escaping from his tiny body to be free from the cruelty he had seen.

Every human being is born for something, a purpose to fulfill

and actions to do so the world will continue spinning, living.

either to build or destroy the child had a purpose to live for so the fate sent him a hunter who came stumbling to the tree looking for the trap he had set nearby .

the hunter was surprised to say the least, how did a tiny little baby end up in the middle of the forest !

his confusion turned to worry for the tiny baby wasn't breathing anymore.

with careful hands the hunter took him in his arms and ran to his house as fast as he can shielding the boy from the cold with his jacket , laying his head on his chest he said " we are close my little one, i won't let you die " it was a promise .

soon enough the hunter reached his home and called for his wife who came hurriedly as she heard the urgency in his voice .

"Help him " he didn't have to say much for his wife to start inspecting the boy and doing her best to save his life . but as she removed the bed sheet from around him she screamed .

laying on his stomach, bare bones of some shape were springing out of his back , it looked horrifying, disgustingly inhumane .

-"wings " the hunter whispered . his widened gaze locked on his wife " that is why he was abandoned " he added sadly

-"He is still a baby, an innocent soul ....we have to help " with teared eyes the wife said. not wasting more time she began treating him making sure to save his life .

to the relief of their warm hearts the boy lived, and when he finally opened his eyes theirs were drowning in tears .

-" he is so beautiful " the wife said through her tears with so much joy.

the hunter seemed to be too emotional to talk so he reached to hold his soft hand and with that loving touch a feather sprung to the light and hugged a bone .

fascinated with the magnificent feather with its vibrant colors the couple smiled " welcome home Birdy "

Birdy grew up in a very loving home , he was healthy and happy and more importantly differently beautiful, for every warm touch and true feeling a feather grew more ethereal than the other.

yet the boy longed to see the outside world, but he wasn't allowed to, as the world won't accept his difference .

until one day, Birdy was home alone sculpting a toy like his father taught him, he was trying to keep himself entertained, when he heard a loud scream coming from the forest.

fear grabbed his heart, and so did worry . so with hesitant steps he walked out of the door to see a little girl was about to get attacked by a wolf .

he had to move fast, he had to use his wings . with a swift swing of the blade he was carrying the wolf ran away with a limb to his leg .

the little girl was crying hugging herself away from him .

-" it's OK now , he left ...you are saf-" he couldn't continue as he felt a piercing pain to his back .

he collapsed on the ground groaning in pain and looked behind. some of the villagers must have heard the girl and now they are attacking him , thinking he was harming her.

-" it is a demon ... the devil "

-" Kill him " they shouted

-" n-..no no i am not , i just wanted to hel-"

they caught him and began to drag him out of the forest towards the village square . a man raised his voice taking hold of Birdy's neck and drawing the attention of the people around.

-" Our safe village as we know it, is not safe anymore, Sorcery is becoming a common thing and demons are free to hunt us . how can we sleep at night when danger is larking in the shadows, attacking us on our doorsteps " as the man continued a huge crowd began surrounding them, whispering, pointing with fear and disgust to the poor boy

-" Thanks to the brave men the poor girl is still alive , if we were late she would have died, but we have to take vengeance for who knows how many he had killed before " and with that the man grabbed a fistful of feathers from Birdy's wings and pulled out .

the boy screamed and screamed and screamed , they didn't care about his agony, they just kept on pulling out his feather that his wings were so hurt dropping blood .

a loud shout arose , the hunter is finally here to the rescue " he is my son ...he is my son ..leave him ...stop hurting him . please, he didn't hurt anybody "

-" the demon casted a spell on him , do you all see how dangerous he is . take hold of him and his wife " the people took a step back, frightened .

the man held his knife ready to slice Birdy's heart .

the crowd quietened as someone stepped out , with small hesitant steps she came near

tiny hands reached out ,smoothing the remaining feathers of Birdy's wings . with the crying of his mother in the background, the teared sorrowful look on his father's face and the gentle, loving touch of the young girl he had saved, feathers sprung to the light again.

-" fly " the girl whispered . and that was it , he flipped his wings flying in the sky so high above them . he gazed at the loving parents who had took him in and accepted him for what he is, never judging ...always loving . he was saying goodbye.

the world saw that uniqueness is dangerous , that different is forbidden . so he set his mind on finding a world that will accept him. if not, then he will make his own . for he has the right to live like everyone else .