A Falcon’s Flight

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It will contain mentions of death, blood, trauma, and manipulation. 
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NOTE: This is a story of a certain character in Wings of Fire: Security Breach. I recommend reading that first before you read this. 
This will not follow the timeline of Wings of Fire: Security Breach, Tales of the Deceased, and Wings of Fire: RUIN. The main character is not Shatter, or other relatives he has. Though at some point it will tell the perspective of Felliy with the parts in the other fics. 
==Table of Content== 
PROLOGUE: A Useless Shell 
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A bird can’t fly without wings, 
 
 E-enjoy +the shho/w-! -[Felliy] 
==Prologue: A Useless Shell==
“What are we going to do with it?” A SandWing mechanic said standing in front of a broken endoskeleton. It was Wolfy’s, her mechanisms had broken down and got rusted. 
“We could replace it with a new one.” A SkyWing calmly said. 
“How about this, I’ll release you early from work and I’ll take care of this problem.” He said after some thought. The SkyWing turned towards the SandWing. He looked confused for a moment but nodded, it was a bit late after all, muttering “Thank you, Eagle.” as he passed him. 
A purple RainWing was watching, he knew what to do. There will be a new member of the family soon. Afton smiled, he would borrow another dragonet again. Who will it be? The young MudWing that threw a tantrum every time they had to leave the plex? The NightWing who just came for the food? He’ll see. 
The sun fell, and the moon rose. 
Moonlight washed over the Mega Pizzaplex. A dragonet had fallen from a play structure. Sundrop had sent all the kids into Parts-and-Service. Afton watched from the wide variation of cameras as he shut off the lights. Sundrop immediately turned into Moondrop. He looked as he made Moondrop move the kids somewhere else, leaving the injured SkyWing behind, he couldn't help but notice a SeaWing hiding behind. 
As Moondrop dragged the SkyWing into a room with the “new” endoskeleton, the SeaWing followed, as silently as he could. 
Moondrop skipped away, and a few hours went by as the two dragonets remained hidden. Afton flipped through the attendance log, where all his customers were listed. He found the SeaWing, but he didn’t find any information about the SkyWing, supposedly a RainWing-Hybrid since the inside of his wings had turned white, a color of pain. 
Perfect. He doesn’t have a RainWing yet. But, a glance at his massive wings, shows it’s deformed, a flightless creature in a useless creation. He scoffed. 
And then he heard a soft groan, the SkyWing was waking up! Afton finally decided to give Moon a piece of his mind and went down to see him. 
“Seriously? A flightless SkyWing?” He snarled as he showed an appearance in front of him. 
“He was the easiest to grab,” Moondrop growled, just slightly startled. “Now get away from me!” He said, swiping a claw at him, missing and instead swiping at the air in front of the RainWing. 
A crash of boxes, Moondrop’s head snapped at the noise, the two dragonets were attempting to escape! The box had fallen on the SkyWing’s wings, in a flash Afton saw Moon smashing the SeaWing-Friend into a wall, then biting, hard, into his neck. A satisfying ‘crack’ and blood everywhere. 
He watched as the SkyWing looked at him in terror and struggled to escape from the boxes on his wings. Moon loomed over the helpless dragonet as he stomped on his tail while biting into his stomach and shaking, the small dragon attempting to scream. 
“Stupid little creature.” Afton heard him say as he snapped the dragonet’s arm bone in half. 
———— 
He watched as his skilled Technicians worked on designing a new animatronic. This time a colorful magician. 
“Rebooting . . . Rebooting in Primal Mode. Primal Mode activated.” 
Suddenly a mighty roar rang throughout the room, some of the technicians yelping and jumping back. Others threw a metal hoop and pushed him down, switching his Primal Mode into Safe Mode. Afton smiled. That pesky little dragonet who had stayed after closing is now a beautiful animatronic. Another new toy, more of a puppet actually, to play with. 
He had made them after all. 
They were his creations, his work, and he would always control them.
==Chapter Ⅰ: A Bird Can’t Fly Without Wings==
“MACAW!” A pure SkyWing roared from outside. “WAKE UP RIGHT NOW.” He yelled again. 
Macaw could imagine the black smoke rising from his father's nostrils. He groaned, covering his ears with his pillow. 
“I WON’T ASK AGAIN.” He bellowed again, this time stomping over to his room. 
“I’m up!” I’m up!” Macaw yelped, pushing himself up into a standing position before his father came into his room. The half-asleep dragonet lost his balance, resulting in a hard fall from his hanging bed next to the window. 
His room was nothing special, a den made with oak wood, one of the least flammable and the strongest wood in Pyrrhia. The room had a messy floor, scattered with pictures, his desk covered with various art supplies and unfinished homework, his original bed was a comfortable mat with a blanket and pillow, but Macaw had refused to sleep on it, sleeping in the hanging one above it. 
The walls were covered with ideas and ideas and ideas, for trying to make himself fly. He knew he was a disappointment to his father, a disgrace, for his great wings and how useful they would’ve been if they. Could. Just. Work! 
He liked it there, where it was away from the floor, next to the window where he watched everything from above. One of his older siblings was supposed to sleep there, but they had moved out because they were “too old” for a family looking after them. 
Macaw rubbed the small bump that had formed on his head, sprinted out, and quickly went down the stairs where his parents and his three remaining siblings sat. 
‘Of course,’ He was last again. His father stared down at him, while his mother, a SkyWing, RainWing hybrid, looked at him with concern. Macaw shuffled over to his seat, the last one since he was the youngest. As he started to eat his breakfast, as neatly and quickly as he could. 
He looked over at his three siblings. Peregrine, the oldest, Harpy, the middle child and Kea, the youngest out of all of them.  His two older brothers didn’t care for Macaw, and his sister was always busy with something
Peregrine was an amazing flier. She had probably gotten it from Father, who was an excellent flier and had won many flying competitions when he was younger. Harpy was the strongest, and he worked in the army. Father always told Macaw that he wished he would look up to him more. Kea was “Daddy’s Girl”. Father gave all his attention to her. Father gave none of his attention to him, but his mother always tried her best to give each and everyone of her dragonets equal attention. 
“There is some kind of Serial Killer from the north hanging around here.” Peregrine said, breaking the silence, reading the newspaper with a bored expression. Mother suddenly looked terrified. Father looked up, staring at everyone. 
“They must be ants for brains if they come to this household.” He growled. He was right, his house was slightly far from the main neighborhood, with a few clusters of trees blocking it. Along with some of the best SkyWings in the area. So it was pretty hard to get to. 
“Warning, close all doors, windows, and hide your dragonets! A serial killer is loose from the Northern Kingdoms, beware a, most-likely, an IceWing!” Peregrine read out loud in a mocking tone. Harpy snorted a laugh, but halted as father stared him down. 
“We will stay in today,” Father announced, the siblings groaned. 
“But-“ Macaw started to say. 
“No ‘buts’, everything planned will be postponed.” Father said sternly. 
Mother still looked concerned, “I don’t want to see you all leave your rooms, turn off the lights and block the doors.” Mother said, looking at her dragonets. “Your father and I need to discuss something, you may all be excused.” She said, standing up to assure Macaw. 
“Mom?” Little Macaw said hopefully, looking up at her. 
“Yes, my little bird?” 
“...Can a bird fly without wings?” Macaw asked quietly as his mother smiled, her soft, kind smile, the smile that gave him warmth and reminded him that he was loved in this world. 
“Macaw, darling, wings or not, your spirit soars high. Your great mind and your gentleness is your strength, and you'll find your own extraordinary flights within. Embrace it, my bright star.” She replied, looking at him in a forever-loving way. Macaw smiled. 
“You won’t leave me alone with father right?” Macaw said, looking at her. His mother’s smile disappeared, her gaze looked uneasy and off. 
“Of course not.” She said, a bit quiet, it had a bit of a hurt tone, like it was painful to talk. “Remember, I will always be here for you.” She said with a pained smile. 
Poor little Macaw, didn’t notice the hurt, the pain, the sadness his mother was feeling. 
He hugged her tight and ran over to his room, surely his mother will also hide in her own room. As he returned to his own room, the floor was covered in papers of poorly drawn pictures and drawings with the limited art materials he had. 
Macaw had always enjoyed drawing, he drew ideas and designs with him with wings, wings that work. He smiled as he finished his newest art piece, his family, all grinning and laughing, flying into the bright blue sky. Hmm, I wonder what Mother had to say to Father? 
——— 
Waiting seemed like forever, what was he supposed to do the whole day-? He blankly looked out the window, everyone was hiding, even the dragonets who played in the forest. He leaned his face on his hand, staring at the empty forest and the sun just barely setting. 
Oh! Maybe he should make a picture of Mother! Then he would give it to her! He brightened up and rushed down to his art supplies, grabbed a crayon, and started to draw. She’ll love this! Mother always looks so sad these days, this’ll cheer her up! He quickly finished coloring, trying his best to stay within the lines. 
The finished product ended up being a portrait of him and his mother smiling next to each other. 
Macaw must give it to her right away! 
Shut
That was the door. The front door. Macaw curiously peered out his window, Mom? He saw his mother walking out of the door. He ran out of his room, Why is she leaving? When he finally arrived at the door, the rest of his family was coming out to see what the noise was about. Macaw slowly opened the door to see his mother halfway out. 
“Mom!” He shouted, running to her. His mother turned to him with a confused look for a split second then to horror. Then he saw him, the IceWing, his knife raised high in the air as it plummeted down her throat. 
Blood. 
So, much, blood. 
“NO!” Macaw heard his father's voice filled with forever mental pain. Everything after that was a blur, a terrible ringing sound crammed his ears. 
The police came, tasering and arresting the IceWing. 
Crimson red blood covered Macaw’s talons while he tried desperately to save her as his mother's eye slowly started losing the life it once had. 
“No! Get off me, I have to save mom! I have to help her!” He struggled unsuccessfully against his father as he tried to pull Macaw away from her.  
Macaw watched with blurred eyes as the Police came and covered his mother’s body with a tarp. 
“Stop flailing! She’s dead, it's too late you snake!” His father shouted at him. 
Macaw went limp as he finally realized she was dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Gone
He would never be able to hear her soothing voice, or eat her delicious food. 
What had been the last thing she had said to him? 
Ah
‘Remember, I will always be here for you’ 
This is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all a dream 
The next couple hours were a blur. Some people came to their houses and were talking with his father parents. 
This is all a dream, this is all a dream, this is all a dream 
And finally, they were all gone. He didn’t realize he was walking until he was laying on his bed. 
Remember, this is just a dream. You're gonna wake up and mother is gonna still be here… 
She IS going to be here. 
She will.
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