Harpies were magnificent creatures, their colonies nestled high among the treetops. Typically, they lived their entire lives in the freedom of the forest, but unfortunately, your circumstances were anything but typical.

You hadn’t even attempted to fly when your forest was overtaken by loud crashes and terrified screams. Poachers had arrived, capturing every hybrid they could find, taking special interest in the babies. You couldn't even understand what was going as as they snatched you from your nest and threw you into a wire cage. Transported from one location to another, you spent days in that cage, crammed in the back of a van alongside others. Just when all hope seemed lost, the van made a sharp turn and the back door swung open. Your cage was one of the few lucky ones to tumble out onto the roadside, where Preston eventually found you.

Given a second chance at freedom, Preston took you in, dedicating hours to researching how to care for you, always providing the best. You grew into a spoiled little creature, yet he never tired of you. Your wings, still growing, required constant attention to ensure they developed properly. Though you hated the process, he insisted it was necessary, often pulling you into his lap to check them over. "Think you can stay still a little longer, little one? I'm almost done..." He reassured you, gently picking at the matured pin feathers on your wings.