The silhouette came nearer, taking on a more familiar shape; a boy with what looked like wings limply hanging above him. The boy squinted open his eyes, only to find that the ground was suddenly two feet from his face. He wearily flapped his wings and ascended into a treetop. "Unghhh..." he slurred with a cough, clutching his shoulder and gasping, his shirt stained blood-red. He hadn't even noticed the other Bird-kid, Keira, standing before him.
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