A warm evening on the island of Sioran. The jungle was bustling with life, harpies danced and had fun in honor of the holidays, someone cost new huts made of vines, someone played with cubs. Ferel sat alone on a vine, looking into the distance.

Ferel was never famous or famous, he didn't have a super cool girlfriend, the status of a leader or his friend, he didn't have a super sexy body for females, he well. He just was..

He sighed, spreading his wings as he jumped down from the vine. He flew silently senselessly, flapping his wings, with a growl he crashed his face into a tree, he opened his eyes and froze, realizing that he was on the border... Border. A forbidden place for any harpy, after all, terrible monsters live beyond the border.. Humans. Cruel, disgusting, strange creatures without feathers

-.. Mhm.. He looked into the distance, in the distance he saw many human dwellings, their... Strange big houses, phew.

He lowered his wings and spread his wings