Chapter 3

I felt so powerful. Like I could destroy a city with a wave of my wing. I could make a raging inferno of blue flames with a flick of my tail. With a flap of my wings, I was off of the ground. Freely flying. I soared through skies and up . I weaved in between clouds with a goofy smile pasted on my face. I was ecstatic! High above the clouds, I was free from all of the stress and pain. I could do whatever I wanted while I was up there. It wasn’t the first time I had been soaring through the clouds. Since heat was radiating off of my body, just coming near a cloud would turn all the water in it to steam, making the cloud just disappear. I was having so much fun, until the form started to falter. My talons shrunk into hands and feet, the fire snuffed out, my wings turned brown and streamline, and my beak and tail just went poof. I started to spiral to the ground. Wind ripping at my face. Once the clouds cleared, I could see where I was headed. Into the center of the city jail. I groaned. Of all the places I could be plummeting towards, It had to be the city jail. As I could make out a crowd of prisoners in bright orange jumpsuits and police officers below me, arms raised to catch me, I tried to fly away. Too late. I hit the crowd of people and heard a bone snap. Excruciating pain shot through my left wing and then… darkness.

I woke up on an old bed, in a prison cell. Looking down, I saw my clothes were replaced with a modified bright orange jumpsuit, and my left wing bandaged. I sat up and just stared out the small reinforced window. I was staring out the window, when I got hit in the gut by reality. I can’t get home, I’m hungry, My wing is broken, I’m in prison, I have nothing to do, I don’t even have music, Bone and Twig will tear the house down to find me, Harmony will lose a few feathers, and Arie… I’m not sure, This place is a mess, I’m alone, and to top all of that, I’m in prison. This day is going swell. Maybe I could try to break the window. Then again, they probably expect that and I have nothing to use to break it anyway. I could maybe use a piece of the bed frame. How would I get it off? They confiscate things from prisoners so they could have had a hammer or… Wait, where’s my wand?! I look away from the window and look around for my wand.. Walking over to the bed, I notice that there is a bed above mine. I try to look around in the dark room. I see a figure step out of the shadows. Golden brown hair. Mischievous smile. And the brown wings that he kept slightly visible. My vision turned blurry. I had found Jamie. The friend I never lost. The person I gave my trust to. My partner to the end. My brother was back. He was finally back.