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“It might be in that closet. Master Overcome with near-mad ecstasy, I rushed back to
keeps his possessions hidden,” I muttered unlock the cage. The little bird chirped with a burbling
soothingly to myself, stumbling towards the tone, as though unsure of this miracle. It attempted to flap
wooden handle. My heart beat in a thousand its wings, but to no avail. Do something, do something. I

different directions. Faster. Faster. sprinted to my room, fumbling around my ragged mattress
for a bandage. Found it! I raced back, half-crying from the

ominous gaze Master was throwing at me from the entrance.
The wooden handle was plastered with

years of dust. How could the little bird have
survived for so long? I pried open the closet Holding my breath, I wrapped the bandage around the
door gently, careful to not make a sound. little bird’s wings, just as deftly as I had done for many of
Much to my excitement, the key was indeed my past injured friends. It relieved the bird’s pain, allowing

in the closet. It seemed to glow with a faint it to flap its wings faster, faster. Its eyes brimmed with
aura, inviting me in. warm, joyful tears. I gritted my teeth and rushed towards https://www.rawpixel.com/image/6304677
the window, throwing the doors open.

“Fly, little bird, fly. Fly far away and never come
back. Fly for the life I’ll never live, fly for a new life free in
the skies.”
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