There was supposed to be the song. That wonderful song they always sang. The high but wonderful notes in the sky, as they flew in the azure ceiling of the world. The azure blue always went beautifully with their bright red feathers.

But the song was not there this time. Only the eerie wind. He peeked out, looking for them.

Little did he know, him and his siblings were separated from their parents, forever.

He looked out at the beyond, the beyond he never saw or touched with his talons. He slowly climbed to the edge of the nest. The eerie wind blew though his unfledged body, giving him chills. Then... chirping. Where was it? Were they back? He turned around, but the song faded away, and they were not back. He slowly turned away and out of the beautiful forest that lay in front of him.

The song came back. He whipped his head back to see his siblings watch him fall, falling to the ground. He screeched, flapping his wings, but he fell, not flew. He landed, sending dust everywhere.

He was... alive. He was hurt from the fall, but he was alive. How did this happen? He was not supposed to fly until his feathers grew. But he fell. Not on accident or purpose.

Now, not only was he separated from his parents, he was now separated from his family.

He heard rattling. Why? Why instead of a song, he heard eerie wind and rattling? And now he heard a snarl, and teeth. Then another snarl, mixed with the sound of blood spilling. Pain. Blood. A hurt screech. Then the yelling. He closed his eyes. Would he die here? Would he never get to fly, to feel the wind blow though his feathers?

He opened. He saw no more teeth, he saw a creature, who looked down at his body. Blood, gushing out of his side. He whipped his head to look. He saw his unfledged body covered in blood, and his wing covered in blood, dangling from his body. He screeched in pain as the creature picked him up.

His wing, separated. Everything was separated.

Hours later, he awoke. He whipped his head to look at his wing. An unknown white object was holding his wing on his body. He looked up at the creature.

Although everything was separated, he had lived. He lived though life, full of separation.