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Couriway is sitting, the sun is shining brightly, almost hurting, and birds are singing their melody somewhere in background.
His eyes are covered in mist, lost in memory what he wish was not real.
A couple of days ago after another no reset run the man was on his way back to home going through one of hub servers. It was his lucky day, he got a sub15. The avian was tired so a little bit of rest were on the to-do list untill his brown eyes catched a portal with "market place" sign on it. To be fair, Couriway was hungry. Which is why he decided to go on a quick detour before coming back to the hbg private server.
This specific market was smaller than other ones the avian was in before. People around seemed to know eachother like if they were friends and had made this place look like a little nice village or even a town. Couriway thought he won't be opposed to visit it again.
Half an hour later he finally started moving back to his first destination, home. It was not his fault this place was so cute. He was just looking around this whole time and talking about how awesome it was in hbg group chat. "The only downfall was", Couriway noted, "what the hub portal is very far away". Even people who worked in the marker were sceptical about the placement of it and warned him to be careful just in case somebody decides to ambush or rob him. "The chances of that are very low though", the shopkeeper lady said, "we opened the market only a couple of months ago, so we're still a small community".
Unfortunately for him, it was Couriways lucky day to hit the "very low".
Couriway was sitting, the world resembled darkness and pure silence.
It's was hard to stay focused then you don't understand what's happening around. Thoughts were reaching his brain too slow, like if they're dripping down a honey block that needs to be used to get an achievement... What is it called again? Couriway remembers it cus it's usually happens on one of the cool overlapping thing's Feinberg does on his aa runs but it just keeped slippering away from his memory. The avian frowns getting stuck at feinbergs name in the head. Where are his friends?
The thread of thoughts got lost, like a grain of sand in a desert.
Next thing what Couriway remembered was a blinding white light and a bunch of people in a room with him.
He didn't know who they are. Someone was screaming. Also they looked angry. Or was it fear? Couriway couldn't tell. It was still difficult to think and his vision was blurry.
Slowly hes eyes closed and quietness become the domain he entered.
Hurts.
It hurts.
He was the one who was screaming.
It hurts so much.
Couriway was the on who was screaming.
It hurts.
Golden painted red feathers were on a clean white messy blooded floor.
It hurtshurtshurtsHURTSHURTSHURTS
HELPME
His wing is gone. As soon as Couriway has enough sanity to understand the situation he feels his heart breaking in shambles.
His wing is gone. Nothing but emptyness and a scar is left on one side of his back.
Wings were almost everything to an avian.
The ultimate pass to the endless sea of sky.
The feeling of light breeze and fresh coldish air that tickles the face.
The playful race with the wind that followes you anywhere and yourself who still tries to win.
The careless thoughtless flies to just to be.
Wings were avians freedom.
And Couriway just lost his.
- Couri!
A shout suddenly wakes him up from flashbacks. Sun is still warming him up, birds chirping as frequently as ever but becoming quieter as sound of loud laughters starts to get picked up by his ears.
"Sure, maybe i lost my freedom", he thinks, "but i still have my life".
Couriway gets up from his seat with eyes shining like morning sun and smile as bright as stars and goes forward towards his friends.