Plodding carefully through the dense vegetation, a harpy trekked through the forest. She was sent to find others of her kind, but with a catch - she could not use her wings. She could hardly see over some of the foliage to navigate her way. Determination kept her going thus far, but her feet ached now and she was cold in this foreign climate. The young woman stopped in her tracks and breathed a sigh, shivering and clutching herself in her own arms. She looked up, peering through the overhanging boughs. The glimpses of the mountains through the branches were but a spark of hope. Should she stop now when she was so close to her destination? Of course not, she thought; she couldn't waste another minute. They were depending on her.
Her mind was quickly changed when she took a wrong step and tripped over a raised tree root, tumbling nearly head-first into several boulders. She caught herself with her hands and managed to save her face from colliding with the rock, but her knee struck the stone and there was a sharp crack. She winced and bit into her lip, choking back a shriek in pain. She had no choice now; she had to stop.
She flapped her wings to lift herself back to her feet and she slowly lifted up into an Oak tree, were she climbed into a large, forked branch that she could sit on and rest her leg. She reclined and tried to relax her tension, wearily closing her eyes and attempting to sleep.