Tales Of The Birdfolk

(This is gonna be so dumb. Okay, let's get started!
By the way, this is a work in progress, so I'll be updating this later down the road.)
Us birdfolk are in no way hidden in the shadows. 
We grow up in Azuzz as warriors, the bloody sunlight warms our wings the same. Our skin ignites in our battles and we are feared for this. 
But, yes, we do have tales. Stories that one day fade into little smudges in the back of our minds, trying to teach us of our suppressed benevolence and our gentle voices. I suppose I will retell the most famous one first. 
Neladina: the first-ever birdfolk to have fire in their skin. 
So, there’s these dragons, right? They’re the biggest, most powerful lizards in all of Azuzz. Literal flamethrowers, and they’re known as the Ground Scorchers. They’re the only dragons who can breathe fire, besides Ganclus and his family. 
Anyways, Ground Scorchers. They’re big, mean tyrants when Quilabuo- and by extension, Azuzz- is at its tender age of 1,200 years old. The deities have been kicking back and relaxing, watching everyone shape their futures by themselves. A few centuries later this changes a bit and Ciryana proposes to us the Council of Fate, but this was before she was so clingy about her creations. 
The birdfolk are descendants of the sapphic goddesses Bialo and Kinna, but they were in no way gods themselves. They lived as a species separate to humans, elves, and whatever else was in 1200 A.C. 
(Oh, you don’t know what A.C. means? After Creation, I didn’t think Earthlings needed an explanation for it... you’re saying that it also means air conditioning? Why would you try to condition the air? You Earthlings are strange beings.) 
Neladina Wanderlust is one of my ancestors, and she grew up in the quaint little town of Wardsik, just beside the red river. The non-birdfolk in the village said that she was strange- her skin was the color of burnt cinnamon, which is one of the signs that you were born with fire. This doesn’t do you very good if you live in a very flammable place like Wardsik, which is why Neladina accidentally burned her village down when she was 12. 
I’m going to make this easier for you to understand, the reason why Neladina burned Wardsik to the ground was because some jerks were bullying her and being all-around racist [EXPUNGED]. And the whole fire-skin thing only activates when you’re in danger/fighting/getting pumped up. It’s like, er... summoning fire with your hands, but instead of flaming hands your entire body is on fire. And, like, your skin is A-Okay afterwards, so you don’t have to worry, but it can tire you out. 
The entire village of Wardsik had to either rebuild their homes are find someplace else to live, and in the meantime, they were prone to Ground Scorchers attacking them. Just think of them punching Neladina in the arm and saying, “way to go, fireskin.” 
The people of Wardsik decided to stay and rebuild the village, this time with a little less wood and a little more brick, just to make sure Neladina didn’t burn it down a second time. Throughout the night, though, Neladina stood guard in the mass of slumbering villagers. One or two times a young Ground Scorcher attacked but she warded them off- she was fireproof, which is good against fire-breathing dragons. 
Eventually, Wardsik was rebuilt and Neladina’s dragon-fighting deeds caught wind amonst the gossipier villagers. You can imagine that she was celebrated for her abilities, and she continued to fend off her village against dragons for as long as she lived. I’m pretty proud to say that this village-burner is my ancestor. 
Category:Literature
Category:Fantasy
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)
Category:Stories