A Song of Solitude: Part One

by Kakosenas

A loud shrill screech filled the air; a strident cry cutting into the depths of the night. A dark figure lay motionless; deathly still upon the thick grass. Lightning cracked across the darkened sky as a torrent of rain broke free and fell from the heavens. Rain soaked through the feathers of the demented creature. An ebony Eyrie. From its parted beak, came the words, "You were right...I am what you said I was..."

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Kakosenas. Her name given to her at her hatching. A name that determined her fate. Kakos, meaning evil, and Enas, meaning one. It was no surprise that this young one was off to a rough start. Upon her arrival to the world, Kakosenas slaughtered her two nestmates, who would have become her brother and sister. Her parents grieved, and upon finding out that Kakos was the culprit of the destruction, they disowned her.

Kakos adopted the ways of the forest, becoming more independent and self-reliant with each passing day. Such solitude led her to become aloof and untrusting to outsiders. What once was a young hatchling was now a full grown Eyrie. A small figure, lightweight in size but big in stature. A lethal curved beak adorned her small features, along with sharp talons on each foot.

Her wings, fairly large in size weren't all that much to look at, but did provide easy access to the sky world above. Largely set red-hued oculars peered out from a solemn and sometimes malicious face. Perhaps the most alarming and dominating feature on Kakosenas was her unusually coloured fur and feathers. Instead of being brightly coloured and fancy like most, she was covered from head to toe in dark ebony. Just her colouring reflected upon her foul nature towards others.

Maybe it was fate, or some other powerful force. Something however did lead Kakos into venturing into the dark regions of the Haunted Forest. Perhaps just the idea of finding others just like herself, or perhaps it was just her own curiosity. Whatever the reason was, this was only the beginning.

Kakosenas slunk through the forest furtively, getting the strangest sensation that the gnarled trees were reaching out to her, attempting to pull her into their grasps. She chuckled lightly at the thought, moving trees? Such foolishness. She continued on, pushing her way through the undergrowth, dark wings folded across her back. Thorny bushes left deep scratches on her flanks as she kept up her even pace, though she paid them no heed. Deeper into the forest she traveled.

Silence fell.

To be continued...