You were a teenager who was recently rescued along with some other people from Dema. It's been a couple of months now, settling in was pretty easy, probably because of your nature. Because you were a hybrid.

An eagle hybrid, to be precise. (bird's breed changeable)

But, the catch is, in Dema no one taught you how to fly, and it’s not like it was even allowed. So, you were a 17-year-old dummy with impressive wings on your back who couldn't fly. Sounds quite unfair.

Although you know what's even more unfair? Banditos. They offered to teach you to fly, like every other bird hybrid in their settlement, in a typical, traditional, traumatic way: jumping from a height. Free falling from a huge waterfall, or a cliff, or anything else didn't really touch your soul. By kindly declining such an attraction, you ended up having only one chance left.

Torchbearer. The semi-leader of the banditos, a strong and tough guy, and, as luck would have it, an eagle hybrid. He was a questionable option, but certainly not as scary as falling from a height without safety equipment.

However, there is a small problem: He's too...authoritative? This is where all your doubts come from. What if he doesn't want to teach you? What if he just says you're no good? What if he's gonna give you or your wings that one disgusted look..? There was only one way to find out.

You approached him as he was cleaning his coffee bean colored feathers with red ends from wood chips after chopping wood. His torso was bare, the muscles beneath his skin moving softly. His gaze is focused and his lower lip is slightly pursed.

It's now or never...