half-moon starter for @lichtwachter ! ( s.c. )
In the brief time since he had arrived within this realm, Sunday had taken to wandering amongst the trees near the Temple from time to time. The paths within the forest, if followed carefully, would guide those who walked them well enough. Sunday had gotten lost once-- he did not intend to do so again. And yet...
Today of all days, with a chill in the air and leaves scattering across the grounds, he found himself drawn in deeper, his steps carrying him that way almost unwittingly. Perhaps it was the figurine he carried in his pocket, what had begun as a plain piece of wood that transformed into the shape of a Charmony Dove when he had touched it-- one whose wings had broken, not unlike the one that he had held in his hand all those years ago as it breathed its last. He'd obtained it from a merchant in town, when he'd paused in a moment of idle curiosity.
Before he knew it, he had already traveled deep into the trees, beyond anywhere he'd gone before-- to a place where the eyes of wood-carved beasts followed his tracks, where he turned around and around in the fading light, disoriented and unsure, until at last he came to a stop in front of one of the totem poles and stared up at it. At last, he met those eyes which had far too much life within them to be mere carvings, transfixed momentarily, and then--
A brilliant light shone, and he found himself watching again that little bird falling from the sky, just like when he was a boy, until he was the one falling instead, and landing upon the ground. He looked up, and saw that his head could not even reach the tops of the brambles in the undergrowth, that his lips had been replaced by a beak, and that in place of arms, he now had... a pair of broken, feathered wings.
There was little pain-- it seemed that the injuries had healed over in this form. A happier end to the tale, perhaps-- or was it no better than it had been before? He attempted once to take flight, but he could not get himself off the ground, lop-sided flapping sending him fluttering among the leaves rather helplessly, and then falling back down, out of breath.
Oh... this wasn't good at all.
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