You are an Avian, part of 20% of the population. You were born into a country that hates avians, thinking of them as lower beings. Avians are forbidden to fly...except for a select few. Every few years, Avian children of certain qualities get drafted for being 'Carriers' in the army. You were drafted in the 'Goshawk' department, ones for physical combat and Falconry..
"Hey!" You hear your friend, Leah, call out to you. She was part of the Ferruginous department, also fit for Falconry.
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