I satre for a while, not knowing what to do. I can't stop crying. I lay him down and run downstairs. Almost tripping a few times, I manage to get downstairs, leaning against the wall from time to time. I peak around the corner, but imediatelly turn back around. My heart feels like it weights a ton and I know it skipped a beat. Huge bird things are there.....the feathers....they-they were the ones who....
I run upstairs, not caring if I'm heard. Running in my room, I grab my father's sword. It's heavy, but I don't even notice. Filled with anger, I want revenge. The birds have heard me. Going outside my bedroom door, I see them pearing at me. Without any thought I charge. At the same time one of them runs at me while the others take flight. I swing the sword, yelling in anger while doing it. I'm caught up in the moment and before I know it, the bird and I are in battle. It's beak is like a heat sinking missle, aiming for my vital points. I'm dodging, which suprises me. I'm thinking faster than it is, I see it's moves before it sees them. I don't know how I'm doing all of this right now, but it feels great. Finally, with one swing of rebellion, my sword now, it falls to the ground. Beheaded it lies dead.....How does it feel to be on the other end of the defenseless side?
Looking down at rebellion, it looks like it's glowing red. After a few seconds I realize that it's not the sword, it's me. A red light surrounds me. Looking at my hand, I see it change from normal to a monsterous looking hand randomly. Is this the power my father talked to us about?
I don't have time to think of all this now thought. The rest are coming.