I’m a warrior of sorts. I guide those who are lost, the wounded, and forgotten. It pains me to see how some are treated in this world. Tossed aside without a second thought because they think differently from everyone else. The reaction to this is anger and hate. I was sent here to protect and help them.

I wish I could have my wings free all of the time. They are the purest part of me. I have to hide them while around humans. They would know I am different and I’m afraid of what they might do to me if they knew my true identity. Few accept and acknowledge the unfamiliar with open arms.

My hope is I won’t have to do this forever. One day we all will get along no matter what our thoughts are, but for now, I will do what I was sent here to do. I will guide the wondering and protect them the best I can.