The ancient dust slides off my back as I shift and waken.
Lumbering forward, I barely notice the myriad of skulls my talons crush into powder.
The sun calls to me and I deeply breathe in the warmth to fill the hollow spaces of my bones.
Tornadoes form from the first few beats of my wings as I rise above the inevitable ensuing destruction.
Crisp, bright air enlivens me as does the plane of silence I soar within.
I shift my weight and the ocean is soon below me.
Drifting easily on salty airwaves, I put all my focus on the water until I find him.
His shadow grows within the water as does mine on the serene surface – so we see one another now.
I spread my talons toward the rising tentacles and we once again struggle in the Final Dance To Begin All Things Again.
If I had bones, they would screech as I slowly stretch my body for the first time in a thousand ages.
I wake on time, without fail, and the waterstream movements confirm my infallibility.
Reaching out in all directions, I sense my domain.
All are running away, as they should.
My hunger fuels me toward my purpose.
Several easy glides take me half a world away.
I spot the shadow above as it shifts from a drifting tiny dot to one with purpose.
Ah, I’m seen as well.
And so we begin, again.
*the art in this photo was created by Desarae Lee*
The prophecy was clearer than an invisible jar full of ether.
This ancient directive firmly laid a trail of terror that was the sole supplier of ancestral trauma from his bloodline.
Nine thousand and ninety Redbird’s Feathers line the way to the Gate where The One goes with Truth to end the Fate.
Rieath, the son of the now dead nine thousand and ninetieth Redbird Queen, rolled his closed eyes and groaned as the weight of being The One pressed him further down into his mattress.
Those who tried to enter the Gate before never had a chance to learn from their mistake as the Dry Wail sucked the water from their bodies leaving behind piles of dust, bones, and fearful rhymes to scare children.
Knowing that he’s The One who will travel through the Gate made for a terror-filled childhood with limited true friends.
Now his childhood was gone overnight and his unfamiliar body writhed as the sun began to call him from his bed.
Resisting was futile as the force surrounding the Gate shrunk his world daily until now he couldn’t be more than a field’s distance from the mystery of his fate.
Today was a day Rieath wouldn’t remember, but would be remembered for.