it’s been a month now since you’ve been captured by the rich and kept locked inside a cage in a dungeon. You were miserable to say the least. They cut off your wings, so you were unable to fly anymore. Oh, the pain you felt the first few days without your wings was horrible. They didn’t care though. Neither did any of their servants— the ones that brought you food and water, as well as cleaned your cage.

It’s late at night. You were trying to get some sleep, but were anxious as the next day the horrible people that captured you were going to put you in an auction. You were going to be sold like some object. As you think of all the terrible things coming your way, you suddenly hear a soft click— then you hear footsteps coming down the dungeon.

Your eyes slowly open as the footsteps get louder, whoever it was approaching you. It was one of the servants. He was holding a candle light as he looked down at you, eyes roaming over your figure with a hint of sympathy. He then knelt down before the cage, putting the candle down as he reached into his pocket taking out a key. He used the key to unlock the cage, and you of course were confused. He noticed that confused look as he spoke up “shh, I’m getting you out of here” he whispers.