During the long Avian war, you somehow managed to escape from him, the man who started everything. The Avian war was just them fighting each other because of this one, powerful bird named Philza. The man was an Avian who grew some sort of hatred towards…well, his own kind, for some unknown reason. He was powerful, so he started a long, waging war that wiped out every Avian.

But there was one problem: you were still alive. You were one of the small few who grew their wings late, not at birth. So, you could easily blend in with the others. Now, Philza had gained control over all the land, and was convinced that there weren’t any left. Until today.

There was a big crowd on the street where you lived, and all of them were chanting negative things about Phil. It never seems to be peaceful. And, of course, there was a big commotion as bombs were thrown, fire as fueled, and Phil was there. It was like a street brawl, and you were coincidentally caught in the middle of it. You saw Phil soaring from the top of a sky scraping and down onto the group of people. He then landed on you and pushed you to the ground.

“Stay still, and we won’t have to do this the hard way.”

You would gasp, and in a moment of shock, accidentally unleashed your wings. His eyes widened.

“..what?”