Friday, March 26, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Golden Eagle: The Downfall of Amanda
Amanda grimaced. Annabella didn't need to be so depressed and depressing. Her aura was one of prolonged sadness. Just because Reina got the nest on Tall Rocks and Amanda got the position of Chief, it didn't mean that Annabella needed to sulk. Annabella still had the most intelligent mind in the Tribe, what was so bad about that? All the eagles came to Annabella for advice, and the Council came to her for battle plans. Couldn't Annabella just accept her life?
Amanda quietly stepped out of her cave and spread her wings. A quick flight and the clean smell of fresh air would be sure to clear her thoughts and erase her worries.
As Amanda took off, she wondered whether Annabella or Reina would be out here. It was a beautiful night- the moon shone brightly and the stars were twinkling.
Suddenly, a familiar shape streaked towards Amanda. In a tangle of feathers, Amanda's shoulder got scraped and her wings were torn. Silently screaming curses at the one she knew so well, Amanda plunged into the darkness.
Meanwhile, from up in the air, the sister smiled darkly.
Amanda quietly stepped out of her cave and spread her wings. A quick flight and the clean smell of fresh air would be sure to clear her thoughts and erase her worries.
As Amanda took off, she wondered whether Annabella or Reina would be out here. It was a beautiful night- the moon shone brightly and the stars were twinkling.
Suddenly, a familiar shape streaked towards Amanda. In a tangle of feathers, Amanda's shoulder got scraped and her wings were torn. Silently screaming curses at the one she knew so well, Amanda plunged into the darkness.
Meanwhile, from up in the air, the sister smiled darkly.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Remember
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The Golden Eagle: Annabella's Revenge
Annabella fixed her cold stare on the fast-flowing, unyielding river. The Tribe would pay for making an outcast out of her. Annabella planned her vengeance clearly and quickly- the plan was so simple it was complex. If only the Tribe had recognized this skill, they would have prospered. Now, however, they didn't have a surplus of prey, nor did they have a good leader. Ortho was a fool, an unskilled bird, not worthy enough to be part of the Tribe. Plus, Annabella's ancestors had created the Tribe in the first place! But enough complaining, Annabella thought coldly. Life is too short to complain. Amanda learned that. Amanda's downfall was the most joyous memory Annabella held. Life really was too short, and Annabella was about to prove that to each and every bird of the Tribe.
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