Chapter Text
Chapter 1
His Story
The current scene is slightly dark with one single ray of light shining upon an old, withered brown book. The front cover opens with the first page showing a beautiful girl as a voice reads and narrates the story. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. The princess, however, had been enchanted with a wicked curse, which could only be broken by love’s first kiss.”
The next page showed a castle being guarded by one single, mighty dragon and its master, the Dragon Wizard. “She was locked away, within a castle that was guarded by a fearsome dragon and a Dragon Wizard that commands these mighty beasts. Many fearless wizards and knights attempted to free her from this dreadful prison. Unfortunately, not a single one prevailed.”
Next the story shows the princess seated upon a window sill, gazing out into the endless sky as one young man, her guardian, remains at her side as she dreams of being rescued. “She and her Guardian await in the Dragon Wizard’s keep, in the highest room in the tallest tower, for her true love and true love’s first kiss.”
The one that had been telling the fairytale then scoffs at such fancy fantasy. “As if that’s ever going to happen. Nothing but a bunch of childish fantasies.”
Somebody once told me
the world is gonna roll me
I ain’t the sharpest tool
in the shed
Emerging from a few trees of a forest from his reading spot is one single golden eagle as he soars towards one particular glade. Perched in a tree that is just at the edge of the glade, the eagle then changes form to appear as a young man with brown and blond hair that is well-combed back, reaching mid-neck, dark skin and his hazel eyes admiring the place he calls home.
In the glade stood a small, single-room hut built to look like an eagle’s nest with a clay foundation, a couple windows and two doors built into the clay hut with the door and window frames built from a few pieces of an oak tree, and the roof made from straw and twigs. In front of the hut was a medium sized fire pit with stone benches set around the fire pit and a stream that flows into a nearby lake that was one of his sources for food.
She was looking kind of dumb
with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an “L”
on her forehead
With a sigh, Talbott Winger gracefully slides off the branch and gets to work on his daily routine. First things first, time for his morning bathing in the stream.
The years start comin’
and they don’t stop comin’
Fed to the rules
and I hit the ground runnin’
Changning into his midform, with his long brown eagle feathers spurting from his arms and legs, his nails changing into his sharp talons, Talbott gets right to cleaning his feathers, his talons and the rest of his body, all the while enjoying the cool water of the stream as it soothes his muscles.
Didn’t make sense
not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart
but your head get dumb
Man, cleaning your feathers with stream water always felt calming for Talbott everyday since he had made his home in this glade.
So much to do
So much to see
So what’s wrong with
takin’ the backstreets
You’ll never know
if you don’t go
You’ll never shine
if you don’t glow
Shaking off any excess water after his bath and now feeling fresh and clean, Talbott gets right to work on gathering his dinner for tonight.
Hey, now
You’re an all-star
Get your game on, go play
In his eagle form, Talbott takes to the skies and scans the area for what he’s in the mood for tonight.
Hey, now, you’re a rock star
Get your show on, get paid
And all that
glitters is gold
Only shootin’ stars
break the mold
Scanning another water source, Talbott soon catches sight of a perfect sized trout. In an instant, he zooms in on the target and expertly snags the unlucky fish in his sharp talons, Talbott satisfied with one piece of his meal that he’ll be having. With the trout saved for gutting and grilling later, Talbott searches again for what else to have for dinner.
It’s a cool place
and they say it gets colder
You’re bundled up now
but wait till you get older
Soon, Talbott spots and catches a squirrel and a couple rabbits.
But the meteor men
beg to differ
Judging by the hole
in the satellite picture
After catching a few insects as well, Talbott decides that his dinner plan is all set. As the sun sets in the late afternoon, Talbott takes some wood and home-made paint and, standing beside the lake, makes a new sign to place on his land.
The ice we skate
is gettin’ pretty thin
The water’s getting warm
so you might as well swim
After a good few minutes to half an hour of making the sign, Talbott soon finds himself pleased with his work and soon sets the sign firmly in place in front of his home, the sign reading “Animagus, BEWARE!”
My world’s on fire
How ‘bout yours
That’s the way I like it
and I’ll never get bored
In a village not too far from Talbott’s glade, a small group of men burst out of the tavern to devise a plan of dealing with the animagus problem they have, namely Talbott.
Hey, now, you’re an all-star
Get your game on, go play
Hey, now, you’re a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
With their plan set, the village men grab their pitchforks and torches while Talbott starts on his dinner, peacefully.
And all that
glitters is gold
Only shooting stars
break the mold
With it now night time, Talbott lights his fireplace and the entire inside of the hut is lit by the warm dancing flames while nearby, the village men light more torches before marching further into the forest, kicking down and ignoring the signs that Talbott had set up in the forest.
Hey, now
You’re an all-star
Get your game on, go play
Just as he relaxes, Talbott then hears a commotion outside the glade. Checking a closer window, Talbott glares when he sees the mob approaching his home.
Hey, now, you’re a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that
glitters is gold
His eyes rolling since the normal wizards and muggles can’t take a hint, Talbott sneaks out the back door and in his golden eagle form, flies over the mobs’ heads without them detecting him and as he lands a few feet behind them, Talbott changes into his midform and follows after them, a new game soon to begin.
Only shootin’ stars
break the mold
Cautiously approaching the hut in the glade, the men kept their sights on the hut, keeping an eye out for the monster within as they saw that the inside still had lights on. “You think it’s in there?” one man whispers.
The time to kill the animagus has come. “Now then, let’s get it!” another man exclaims and is just about to barge into the hut when a few mob members stopped him.
“Wait, you don’t know what that creature is capable of.” the first man warned him.
“Yeah,” another member said, “it could grind your bones and be used for tools or cuttery.”
Suddenly the mob hears a laugh mixed with a scoff, causing them to turn and find themselves face to face with the monster they came to kill, the light from the torches making him appear more terrifying than he already is in just his midform. “Actually, that’s what creatures like the yeti do. But with animagi,” Talbott says as he approaches the now terrified men, “oh, they are worse. Depending on their animal form, they could easily tear into your flesh like wrapping paper, shred your inners, devour your corpse just like any other animal and fish we catch with little effort.”
Then one man seemed to have regained what little courage he had and started waving his torch around in Talbott’s face in warning. Unfazed by the warning, Talbott lifts a single hand as his arm starts to appear as one of his wings and simply blows out the flame with a single wave, the flame going out like a candle and the man is once again nervous, dropping the torch.
Time for the fun part. With his magic, Talbott makes himself taller than the mob as more feathers form on his midform body, his eyes darken to be like that of a bird of prey and his talons sharpen even more as he lets out a terrifying screech and extends his arms far off to the side, the mob screaming in response. With a few strong flaps of his wings, the torches go out and the only light source that surrounds them is provided by the moon as the mob just stare at Talbott, fear evident in their eyes.
With a smirk, Talbott leans a bit closer to the terrified men and whispers, “This is your cue to run away.”
With a gasp, the men were glad to leave and run out of the glade like scaredy dogs, a few tripping over their own feet with Talbott laughing behind them before shouting, “And stay out!”
Before going back inside for the night, Talbott notices a wanted poster that one of the village men had dropped. Leaning down to pick it up, the poster read, “WANTED, Fairy Tale Witches and Wizards.” Glaring at the poster, Talbott shreds the poster and retires for the night, the torn remains fluttering away like a feather in the wind.