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4. Ferryn's Flock

          I knew it wasn’t a good idea. She had told me many times that it wasn’t.

          “Never play around the juniper birds,” she had told me. “You know what they can do.”

          I did know what they could do. But I played around them anyway. I pet them and ran my fingers through their feathers while they cooed happily. How could any resist such beautiful creatures?

          Yet, mother still insisted they were dangerous. She said they would make you deathly ill, or make your fingers fall off, or give you warts. Everyone else seemed to believe that as well.

          I sighed, rubbing the neck feathers of one colorful bird. He looked back up at me, his eyes asking “What is bothering you, young Ferryn?” I smiled. Those birds always knew how to make me feel better.

          I got up to leave, but he followed me.

          “No, you must stay here,” I whispered. “I cannot take you with me. Mother will not be pleased!”

          He cooed sadly, his red tinted wings ruffling in the breeze.

          “I said I cannot! If mother find out, I shall be punished!”

          He sat down sadly as the other bird filed in around him all of different shades.

          “Do not make me yell!” I smirked, trying not to smile.

            The red one cooed pitifully. I couldn’t hold it in.

            “Stop doing that!” I cried. “I must go!”

          The red one nodded, cooing playfully and hopped away, its spectrum entourage following.

          I grinned, dashing away. I hoped they would be okay for the night. It looked like a storm was coming.

 

         “Don’t lie to me! I saw you!”

          Galen’s eyes flashed, looking over me. I wasn’t sure what to do.

          “When mother comes home, I shall speak of this to her!”

          My older sister was always the first one to mention anything out of line. She was always looking for an excuse to say something incriminating.

          “I have done nothing!” I pleaded.

            “I saw you with those filthy birds! You know what happens to children that play about them!”

          “Yes, I know.”

          “Don’t you remember Salant? He almost died of the measles!”

          “Yes, I know.”

          “And just last week Margot’s left toe fell off!”

          “That was just a rumor!”

          “Nevertheless, mother shall know!”

          I slumped down onto the rocking chair in front of the hearth. No pyre was lit this time of year. Summers on Gil’ead were always so hot.

            “Why does it matter?”

          She ignored me, going about slicing vegetable for dinner. I sighed, picking up the novel on the side table.            “Myths and Legends: A child’s storybook.” I had read it many times over, even after mother had read it to me. According to the story, Juniper had tricked the gods into thinking he was capable of making the world’s best roasted parrot, one of the gods’ favorite dishes. After he stole Mythros’, the mother goddess’s staff, along with presenting a burnt pile of feathers, he was turned into a parrot himself and that’s how the species began. Because of his trickery, the parrots are considered bad luck and n some countries, those that communicate with them are exiled.

          “Good evening, my darlings!”

          “Mother!” I sat up straight, dropping the book on the floor.

          “Oh Ferryn, are you reading that book again? There are much better books for young boys to read, you know. Why not look at some philosophy or history? I heard Socrates is a good read.”

          “Mother, you know all of Socrates’ works were destroyed. Plato rewrote all of them in the six great dialogues,” I sighed, sinking back into the chair.

          “Oh,” she replied, looking a tad surprised. “Well, then.”

          “Mother!” Jila called from the kitchen. “I saw Ferryn playing with those smelly birds again!” She peeked around the corner, waiting to see what chaos ensued.

          “Is this true?” Mother asked, putting her hands on her hips. An apple fell out of the basket she was carrying, but she ignored it.

          “Well…see…” I started, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

          “Ferryn Veltor Lindwyrn!” she spouted. “How many times have I told you to stay away from those wretched things? They will give you the Vernin cough!” “What’s the Vernin –"

          “Go to your room right now! There will be no supper for you tonight!”

          “But—"

          “March!”

          I blinked, then shuffled off to my room without a word.

 

          Staring out the window: one of the many things I found myself doing ever since I found the juniper birds. Mother disapproved so much she had sent me to bed without dinner multiple times a week in the past month. I wondered why the birds were considered so bad. They were just birds. They couldn’t help being what they were.

          I heard a knock on the window. It was a little high up and the bottom fourth was grass. It was customary for bedrooms to be beneath the soil in Gil’ead. I didn’t know about the rest of the world, but here it was because the earth “protected the most sacred part of the house.” I looked up to meet the face of the bright red juniper bird.

          Come with us, Ferryn.

          “What?”

          The other birds of different colors filed in behind it.

          Come with us.

          Yes! Come join us!

          We miss you, Ferryn!

          I blinked. I couldn’t believe my ears. Or was it mind? I wasn’t sure.

          The yellow and green one picked at the latch on the outside, and the window, seemingly on it’s own power, swung open without a sound.

          I heard the sound of my mother and sister chattering in the kitchen. Nothing had disturbed them. Reluctantly, I stood up on the bed, peeked my head out of the window, and tumbled unceremoniously onto the soft green grass.            What I saw in front of me astounded me.

          Thousands upon thousands of juniper birds all spread out on the lawn, their feathers making a vibrant rainbow of life. I gasped.

          We have all come for you, Ferryn. Come with us.

 

          Reports were flowing in all over. Gerid couldn’t believe her eyes.

         “Boy spotted with army of parrots. Bad luck and disease soon to follow.”

          Gerid blinked. This was ridiculous. The captain of the guard should not have to deal with such trifles.           “Captain, we await your orders.”

          Gerid shuffled through the papers on the desk, heaving a long sigh. The older days were much easier. There weren’t any stupid claims about a boy and his bird army terrorizing the city.

          “Captain…ma’am?”

          “Send two units to Gil’ead. This is probably another trick.” She clutched her head, her fingers running through her blonde bangs. “Report back here as soon as you find out.

          “Yes sir, ma’am sir!” the soldier saluted.

            “Please, just Captain will do fine.”

          The soldier bowed slightly, pacing out the door.

          The captain of the guard sighed. This was going to be a long day.

 

          Ferryn couldn’t believe what was happening. He was being supported, mid air by thousands of juniper birds. The ground was like a map spread out before him. He could hardly breathe from all the excitement.

          “Where are we to go?”

          We shall take you to our haven. You shall be protected there.

          “What sort of haven is it? Will I be protected?”

          Yes. We shall take care of all of your wishes. You shall never be hungry.

          We have many good foods.

          I like the berries! We have many kinds.

          Suddenly, a shot rang out.

          “Land with your birds, now! If you do not, we must shoot you down!”

          How dare they…HOW DARE THEY. They had no right to stop him!

          “You shall not hurt my birds!” the boy cried. “My birds have done NOTHING!”

          “You are flying in royal lands. You must land now.”

          They wanted landing, they would get landing.

           The birds flew down, alighting on the grass. The setting sun made Ferryn’s tan skin even darker.

          “They are simply birds. Why must they be hated so?”

          “They bring bad luck, child. Now give up and we shall return you safely to you house.”

          Did he want to return home? After this, mother would surely never let him away from the house again. Maybe even lock his door. The birds would never lock him away. They would protect him. They would feed him. There was no need for “home.” Ferryn narrowed his eyes.

          “No.”

           “Very well.”

          The soldier aimed his gun and turned off the safety.

          You shall not die.

          We will protect you.

          Stand by us and you will live.

          Instantly, thousands of wing beats could be heard from behind. The juniper birds were rising up. The soldiers’ eyes followed the action, his gun dropping to the ground with a thump.

          We shall kill.

          The thousand beaks shot forward, piecing the armor and slicing the flesh. The rainbow feathers flew – a ripple of colors amidst the silver iron. Blood spouted, like a crimson fountain. The soldiers cried out, but to no avail.

          “This…this is what happens…when you hate something for what it is.” Ferryn grinned.

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