Prologue
The two Aurleons stood beside the egg, eagerly waiting for it to hatch. Rallan, the male, began to pace. "Rallan!" said Willow, the female. "Be patient. It will hatch when the time comes." Rallan sighed and stopped pacing. He opened his beak to speak but was interrupted by a small crack.The Aurleons turned abruptly to the egg.

A small beak poked out of the egg's shell and the baby inside made a chirping sound. Willow and Rallan looked at each other excitedly. Their baby was coming. Then, out of the blue, came a crack from above the nest. Rallan looked up and two winged Draeyls descended from the tree, gnashing their teeth and growling.

Willow screeched and launched at a blue one, Rallan going for the other. The battle took them out of the nest and onto the forest floor, the moon light glinting on the Draeyls' scales. Rallan screamed in pain as one attacker bit onto his wing and threw him into a tree. One of Rallan's claws scratched across the Draeyl's eye, popping it out and killing it.

Willow clawed at her opponent's wing and the Draeyl roared with fury. He stabbed her through the heart. Before she died, Willow made one last attempt to save her baby and threw herself and the Draeyl off of the cliff behind them.

Rallan's breaths were shallow as he called out to the newborn Aurleon. As he lay there dying, Rallan whispered, "Be safe, Anastasia. Please don't---" Then he died.

Back up in the nest, Anastasia had heard her father call her name. She looked around and chirped. And then she called out quietly, "Daddy?"

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Chapter 1
I woke up hungry. Wishing once again that my parents hadn't abandoned me, I stood up and started climbing down the tree. They at least could have taught me to fly. I'd tried to teach myself, but it didn't go as planned. I was almost to the ground now. And then I slipped and landed in a mud puddle.

I sighed and shook the mud off my orange and red feathers. I started hopping along the ground until I found small frog sleeping on the ground. All I had to do was touch it with the tip of my wing and then it was dead. Roasted, you might say. Did I mention that my wings are always on fire?

The edges of my wings are constantly burning, and the bright orange flames grow bigger when I'm angry. None of the other Aurleons in this area have flaming wings. Only me. Some say it's good to be special. I don't.

A group of Aurleons, about my age, circled above my head as I pecked at the frog, gobbling it up. As I stood up, a rock hit my head. "Sorry Ash-feathers." said Brian, one of the three. "I thought something was on fire. I was only trying to put it out." The other two Aurleons, Shell and Rocky, giggled. "Pity if there was fire," Rocky smirked. "She wouldn't be able to fly away."

I've been bullied by the trio for all my thirteen years of life. I hate them. I even said it to their idiot faces once, but they just threw me in a pit. It took me two hours to get out of that. The flames on my wings began sparking.

"Say," said Shell. "She might even start a fire. Then she would die, and it would be her fault." The three laughed. "I could live with that." Brian snickered.

They were really pushing this time. Before I knew it, my entire body was glowing with orange flames. The three Aurleons stopped laughing. And then suddenly, I was in the air, charging full speed at Rocky. He screeched as I knocked him out of the air. I scratched Shell's wing and singed Brian's perfect, green feathers. "Keep laughing!" I said "I want to see what I'll do next."

The trio raced away, leaving me alone to let my flames cool. It was a miracle. I was flying. The sensation felt wonderful. My dreams had finally come true. I could fly! I flew until sunset, the flames on me wings illuminating the night. For the first time I flew back to my nest, never to scale the tree again. For the first time, I had happiness in me. A feeling I'd pretty much never had before. I liked it.

Suddenly, a cry rang out. An Aurleon flew through the trees yelling, "Hunters! The Sylesti hunters are here!"

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Chapter 2

Worried cries came throughout the forest as everyone began to flee. I'd never seen a Sylesti hunter before. For some reason, I flew toward the danger of the Hunters. I couldn't stop myself. As I landed, I saw humans bearing torches and weapons. An injured Aurleon was pinned to the ground, struggling to escape the grasp of a buff man. I tried to keep my flames small but they grew bigger and bigger. I charged down and knocked the man off of the Aurleon. Then I heard a blood-curdling scream. I flew toward the sound. A yellow Aurleon was cornered by three men. There was blood spreading on his wing and he couldn't fly away. Then, I saw who it was.

It was Rocky.

I looked at him, knowing if I left him there the Hunters would kill him, and he would face the suffering that he had caused me. I started to turn away. But no. He didn't deserve death, no matter how much he had tormented me all the 14 years of my life. I flew towards him at full speed and grabbed him with my talons, soaring back up and away from the Hunters.

Rocky's eyes were squeezed shut. Waiting for his end. Sooner or later they opened. Slowly though, fearing what he would see. When Rocky realized he was still alive, he looked up to see me carrying him to safety.

"Anastasia?" he said with surprise. Then, Rocky grew limp in my talons. I landed on a hill and looked at his conditions. Rocky seemed to have fainted because of blood loss. Great. I thought. Now he's going to die. I wish I could do something...

Suddenly, the flames on my wings turned a light blue. A little voice in my head told me to touch the fire to Rocky's wound. I cautiously touched my wing to Rocky's bloodstained, yellow feathers.The blood stopped flowing.Rocky's breathing eased and my flames became orange again.

I waited anxiously as the minutes ticked by. Finally, Rocky's eyes opened and he stood up. "Anastasia?" he said. "Is my vision blurry, or are you really----" I cut him off. "Yes, and I saved your pretty little feathers back there, so shut up unless you want to apologize for everything you've done."

Rocky gave me a puzzled look. "Apologize? For what? I haven't done anything." he said. "I think."

I looked at him in bewilderment. "What do you mean you haven't done anything?" I screeched. "You have been mean to me all of the 14 years of my life. Following Brian and Shell around, saying something rude every chance you get. You've done plenty."

Rocky shook his head. "I swear upon Stone I don't know what you're talking about. And who the heck is Brian? And Shell? Are you a crazy?"

Now I believed him. If you swear upon Stone, the first born Aurleon, you must mean the truth. If Rocky had been lying, he would have died on the spot.

But, if Rocky hadn't been lying, how had the same exact Aurleon been bullying me my whole life?

wow my airloon saranad ben thore that too i think i rised her whan she was a teen it gives me ideas stuff like this and i don't think it was rocky bulliying her it might be a tween brogther or somebuddy with dyed fethers or she revied him completly not just healing him from being uncocus but for real and he don't remember a thing i saw it on a pokemon movie diance and the cacoon of distrucn ware the i forget what it was was revied by the legendary xerneas

Okay Guys. New plan. I'm going to post whenever I can because this one chapter a day thing isn't working. Okay, here's chapter 3.

Chapter 3

Rocky looked me in the eyes. "I'm serious."

"I know you're serious, you swore upon---" I stopped. I blinked. Rocky's eyes. They were green. They hadn't been green before. They had been blue. I leaned closer. "Whoa," said Rocky. "What are you doing?" I frowned. "You're eyes were blue before. Now they're green!" Rocky rolled his eyes. "My eyes have always been green!" he cried. "What is wrong with you?"

"I swear upon Stone that your eyes were blue when I met you."

Rocky looked at me, waiting for me to drop dead. But I didn't die. Rocky sighed. "We need to figure this out later because if you would just look behind you..."

Rocky's eyes widened and I whirled around. Four Hunters were running up the hill towards us. I spread my wings and flew upwards, Rocky following close behind me. Then I hear a clink on the ground. I looked down and realized my ring had fallen. I couldn't lose my ring. It was the last remnant of my parents. I dove back down to get it. "Anastasia! Where are you going?!" Rocky yelled. "LOOK OUT!"

As I grabbed the ring with my talons, an arrow hit me square in the back. I fell to the ground and cursed myself for being so stupid. I didn't even miss my parents anyway... right? Pain invaded my body. I couldn't keep my eyes open. Rocky was yelling something. It seemed to far off to hear. The Hunters were saying something directed towards me. I couldn't tell what it was.

I tried to stay conscious but I couldn't. The last thing I saw was Rocky flying away...

Rallan

Willow

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