Right, idk why I didn't already have it in there. https://picrew.me/image_maker/94097Link to the picrew?
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
Right, idk why I didn't already have it in there. https://picrew.me/image_maker/94097Link to the picrew?
I read them.Guess I'm the only one who still posts here. But there's more. I have the chapter with the innermost cave of the hero's journey.Chapter 16 You might have Guessed This Would Happen
It was quiet in the forest. Not a creature in sight. Peregrine felt like the loneliest bird in the world. Well, there was Gia. Peregrine stared at the brown body, laid on its back, shadowed, barely visible against the forest mulch.
“‘Thank you. For saving my life,’” Peregrine whispered. Peregrine felt very tired. The trials and labors of his long journey seemed to weigh themselves on his chest. It felt like he was weighted to the ground, like he would sink through the earth if he didn’t keep willing his trembling knees to hold him up.
“Thank you. For saving my life. Those were her last words. Little good that did. All that work, and what did it amount to? NOTHING! A DEAD FRIEND!” His voice rose to a shrill squeak, breaking at the end. He looked down at Gia’s feathers, the brown ones, the rare red ones. He plucked the black-feathered darts from her breast. Gia was breathing heavily.
“She’s ALIVE? She’s ALIVE?”
“She’s alive. We were just waiting to see your reaction.” A soft voice. Peregrine looked up and was suddenly aware of five canaries perched in the branches, their dark, cloaked forms barely visible in the trees. “Tranquilizer darts. Wouldn’t want to shoot anything lethal with precious black canary civilians around, would we? It’s a bit easier to explain to their families then, when they wind up asleep. I should dart you too, after all the trouble you’ve caused. I’m duly impressed, of course. You’d make an excellent Officer someday. With a little training, you’d make an excellent addition to the squad. We’ll need the help of even the young in our mission.”
A slim, dove-grey canary floated to the forest floor, circling down, her cape floating around her. Her comrades followed like shadows. The blue-cloaked canary was noticeably absent. The bird who had attacked Gia before shot glares at Gia, but her pride was obviously injured enough that she let the grey canary lead the assault. The grey canary smiled. “Now. It’s time to finish the job.”
She landed on the ground, the other officers landing in a circle around Peregrine and Gia.
She removed a knife from her belt, held it firmly in her beak. Its steel blade reflected the bare bit of light that managed to reach the forest floor.
“I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” A voice emerged from behind a fern. Joey’s voice.
The grey canary narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?”
Joey thrust over the fern and landed beside the grey female.
The grey canary snorted. “Delicious! One of you mottled mutts. A shrimpy one too. What are you gonna do? It’s still two against five.”
“This.” Joey picked up a tranquilizer dart and thrust it into her side, faster than a striking snake. The grey canary gasped, stiffened, and slumped to the ground. The quiet Officers gasped.
Joey pried the knife from her beak with his own. “I have a knife!” he announced, squaring his stance.
Peregrine’s respect for Joey grew all the more. He plucked up a dart, holding it gingerly in his beak. “I have a dart!” he said, trying to speak through a mouthful of feathers.
The birds surrounding him laughed and raised their knives. Peregrine decided to drop the dart.
“We should probably scram,” Joey suggested. Peregrine and Joey shot out of the circle and flew into the air above.
“What do we do about Gia?” Peregrine asked. He landed on a branch, staring anxiously at where she lay, helpless as a fawn among circling wolves.
Two cloaked shapes burst onto the scene.
The officers turned, confused by the strangers wearing their colors. Feron they almost would have accepted as their own, but Pearl was clearly bright, flashing red, even in the deep shade.
Pearl shot forward, holding a knife in her claw.
“I’m not about to let her face them alone,” said Joey.
Pearl landed on the back of an officer and with the thrust of a knife killed him. Just like that, Peregrine witnessed his first death. If only it had been his last. As Peregrine watched the bird fall, he could barely crack his eyelids enough to watch anymore.
There are soldiers who’ve died after killing dozens, soldiers who’ve died after killing hundreds, and there are soldiers who’ve died free. Free of any honor. Free of any guilt. Dying before they manage to fell a single man. Such was Joey’s death.
Joey, diving with his stolen knife, was immediately stabbed in the heart by an officer. The soft thud of his body against the litter on the ground rang like a death knell in Peregrine’s heart. Thud.
Peregrine landed beside the body of his fallen friend, still twitching in the throes of death. Peregrine was helpless, unable to do anything to stop the twitching, knowing that this time, the death was real. Feron hovered in the air, anger and grief brewing within him like a storm.
The three standing officers were aiming at Pearl, who was now hopping away from them, her own knife now poised only on the defensive. Feron dove through the melee and landed on the grey canary, ripping the ammunition belt off with his beak. One of Pearl’s pursuers diverged, stabbing towards Feron with her knife. “Peregrine! Catch!” With a flap of his wings and a flick of his beak, Feron was hopping nimbly away from his pursuer and the ammunition belt was flying towards Peregrine.
Peregrine caught it in his beak, dropping the ammunition belt, holding up the blowpipe, and loading it quicker than he ever would have in a less charged situation. But his instinctual swiftness didn’t change the fact that he didn’t know how to use the blowpipe.
Maybe it will distract them from Pearl just long enough… he thought, lifting it to his beak. Just long enough to do what? Eyes flashed towards him, a canary turned and stared, knife in beak, torn between challenger and victim. Peregrine took a deep breath.
Just blow. Peregrine blew as hard as he could, willing the dart to sail towards its intended target. By pure luck, it did. The canary fell.
Pearl and Feron’s attackers froze. Somehow, three of their fellows were either unconscious or dead. Despite the fact that only one of their enemies had been armed at the beginning. But now they were. Pearl and Feron held knives and Peregrine held a blowgun, somehow managing to look formidable. Pearl stabbed her shellshocked enemy, killing him too. Now there was only one bird, jaw dropping. He flew away, not wanting to tempt fate.
Peregrine, Pearl, and Feron stood surrounded by bodies. Peregrine dropped his blowpipe. Feron threw away his knife like it was poison. Pearl looked like she wanted to do the same with her own. Instead, she wiped it clean and set it in her belt. The three birds stared at Joey’s lifeless body. Peregrine’s idol, shattered.
Feron unpinned his black cloak and cast it over Joey, dropping his beautiful silver swirl pin on top. “He would have made a great senator one day,” he whispered.
Feron gazed at the body for a while, eyes filled with some kind of longing, filled with I don’t want to leave him behind. “We cannot bury him. We don’t have time.”
“The most we can do is hope that these ‘Police’ have enough dignity left to do that for us,” said Pearl. She removed her cloak. In the darkness, her feathers were blazing red. Peregrine had never seen her uncloaked before. She wasn’t filled with the fragile beauty of the walnut-carved queen Andromeda, but she was impressive nonetheless, clearly filled with strength. “We should leave as quickly as possible.”
“Where are we going?” Peregrine asked.
“Willowbrush,” Pearl replied sharply. The great red canary city. “Hurry up chick, we can’t have you dawdling.” Pearl’s old snappishness had come back with a vengeance
“But what am I supposed to be doing?” Peregrine asked, injured by her tone.
“Get this cape under Gia! Get to the other side.” Peregrine hopped to Gia’s foot. “No! The other side.” Pearl laid out the cloak beside Gia as Peregrine hopped to Gia’s side.
Pearl came to Peregrine’s side and pushed Gia, while Feron held down the cloak and Peregrine stood dumbly. “Well? Push!” said Pearl.
Peregrine pushed, shocked into action. Gia was moved onto the cloak. Feron grabbed both front corners, Pearl grabbed both of the back ones. Peregrine awkwardly assumed the place in the middle, making sure the edges were properly lifted. They took off. Gia was mercifully light, but it still was laborious to carry and maneuver her.
The procession flew north. All three of them heaved with sobs, making their flight treacherous. Peregrine had never seen Pearl cry before, not even when she heard of her mother’s death. He wondered at this.
“How did you find us?” Peregrine asked. Joey had come before Pearl and Feron, almost like he’d been hiding in that fern the whole time.
“I sent Joey after you,” Feron explained. “Pearl and I saw the officers all gathered around these barracks that were built.”
“Don’t call them officers,” said Pearl. “I know what officers are. Those were soldiers. Murderers. The president’s precious pet killers aimed to wipe out my race. Call them soldiers.” She closed her beak firmly.
“Half-a-dozen soldiers came after us from the side,” explained Feron. “Not from the barracks. They were either patrolling the village or alerted of our presence. Probably both. So we flew north. That’s the direction of Willowbrush. Somewhere along the way, we lost them. By mere chance, we found you. We didn’t know they went after you.”
“Yeah.” Peregrine relayed the events at the statue courtyard.
Feron laughed bitterly. “So Joey was too late to tell you. Still, six birds against two fledglings, and you still managed to escape. I think they underestimated you.”
And Joey is dead, thought Peregrine. Gia lived, at the cost of his life. Peregrine remembered the time someone in Oakland had died “of natural causes.” They sang funeral songs and ate blueberry cakes. They said eulogies and buried the body respectfully. And yet Joey, who died in a brave act, would get no funeral songs, and Peregrine, Feron, and Pearl would get no dinners. No one would say any eulogies, Joey’s body wouldn’t get a respectful burial. If he was buried at all it would be miles from home.
Wait. “Can we sing funeral songs? Do you know any funeral songs?” asked Peregrine. “We should honor Joey’s death.”
“Yes. I know some,” said Feron. “Where the wind blows the river and the shrubbery blooms… Where the kingfishers nest and the cattails grow. Where the wind blows the water slow…”
Peregrine joined him. He knew the old song by heart, though he’d never seen lotuses, kingfishers, or the wind blowing water slow. Canaries sing as naturally as breathing; chicks learn to sing before they learn to speak. “Where the wind blows the water slow… Where eggs will hatch and nestlings fly… Where young otters play in the reeds. Where the wind blows the water slow... ”
“I left my heart…” sang Feron. For all birds, song is the most powerful catharsis. Though the lyrics are usually quite boring, canary music is quite beautiful to hear. Canaries sing to celebrate, and just as much they sing to work through stress and sorrow. Often through song they found themselves able to sort tangled thoughts.
Pearl did not sing, and Peregrine and Feron eventually found themselves reduced to silence. Peregrine’s wings felt light, like they weren’t totally connected to his body. It was all he could do to prevent the Gia Tortilla yeah I don’t know the right word for it from dragging him towards the ground. He was hungry, terribly hungry.
He didn’t say anything, however. He was determined not to become a what is a word for someone who slows others down to his companions.
Pearl finally opened her beak. Her voice had a bitter edge and her brows were furrowed. “I never killed another canary before. My job was to deal with the predators. Worse, some of those birds are probably the kind that I worked with at one time. It’s hard knowing some of those ‘Police’ probably are officers, misled, evil, or forced, one way or another. Those birds I killed might have been doing their jobs, even if it was wrong. They might have had families.”
“Pearl, you had to, ” said Peregrine. “Those birds wanted to kill you and Gia. You saved Gia’s life.”
“I suppose it just proves that us red canaries are monsters and killers, ” said Pearl.
The forest-shadows deepened. As Peregrine and Feron began to sag, a new purpose stiffened Pearl’s shoulders. “We need to find a tree hollow,” she said. “As soon as we find one, it's time to rest. It was soon located, and Gia was laid inside, tangled in Pearl’s cloak like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Peregrine was so exhausted that he dropped down beside her, snuggled up like a chick in a nest, overcome by the sable embrace of sleep.
does anyone actually read these or am I just posting them
Yeah. Sorry. I changed him a bit. I went back in the story and made Peregrine first meet him at the red canary colony. But to me he’s always seemed like an extra addition I planned ahead simply because having a mixed canary was logical, so I didn't like him.I read them.
Also, Joey, nooooo!
I understand. Some characters are just destined for death. Makes for an interesting twist in the story.Yeah. Sorry. I changed him a bit. I went back in the story and made Peregrine first meet him at the red canary colony. But to me he’s always seemed like an extra addition I planned ahead simply because having a mixed canary was logical, so I didn't like him.
These are hilarious, I need to do this sort of thing with my charries.these are so fun to make when ur bored
View attachment 2691894
View attachment 2692140
View attachment 2692141
View attachment 2692142
View attachment 2692157
View attachment 2692164
View attachment 2692149