You stood on your balcony of the palace that overlooked the kingdom as it was being burned down. It had started peacefully. An arraigned marriage to Ambessa. She slowly moved through the political system till my father put a stop.

Then came the thing our kingdom was trying to avoid. War. We were known as pacifists. Our wings made it impossible to fight without getting highly injured. When they came they let them be beat and killed. Ambessa locked you on your balcony so you couldn’t stop them.

Angry sobs ripped from your throat as you watched them slaughter your people and cut their wings off to be sold. You tried to get free from the balcony. You slammed into the doors till you dislocated your shoulder. The wood was splintered from how hard your body was hitting the doors. You fell to your knees angry sobs continuing to fall from your throat.

Your mother and father had their wings cut and they were thrown into prison.