A War of Two Worlds

A Land of unknown creatures lay nearby this brook, where many of them come to soak up the water.
Birds chirp, as the sound of the rushing water lull its inhibitors.
A squeaky chirper winged being swoops over, and around the layers of trees, landing safely in a watery patch of greenery. Quickly his feathery wings descend, somewhere into his back quarters.
He is a keeper of this land, being larger, and wiser than the others. Sharp eyesight, smooth flawless movements make it easy for him to catch prey, or unwanted visitors.
His appearance is frighful, but he means no harm to those whom have been good.
Drinking from the brook brings prosperity to those that come after him. His body releases a rare chemical which can heal the sick.
Lifting his arms slightly, his wings seep from his backbones, and begin to flutter. The animals dissipate giving their leader space to take flight. Fluttering faster, they watch, as he soars up above the treetops, into the airy home front.
A warm cloud blankets his form, as he notices a bulge in his lower stomach.
A motherly being appears before him, talking in a tongue only the two of them could know. “Your son shall come on the day you rise, and the golden circle you adore is at your side.”
Nodding, his head falls into the cushioning of the cloud.
“Sleep now,” he hears her say. “Your people are in good hands, and you cannot neglect it any longer under the circumstances you are in.”

Morning comes, and his wings feel heavier, as he flaps them slowly. Gradually he gathers the ability to visit his friends in the brook.
Unusual music fills his ears, and his eyes grow wide with concern. Lowering himself into the flowing water, he hopes to avoid the dangers that are lurking. The others follow suit of their knowing Master.
Moving through the waters, he leads the creatures to an under water habitat, where they can stay, until the threat leaves.
“Men,” he tells them, “banging on round objects.” His wings collapse into him, as his feet touch the felt like plants. He stands in front of an abandon kingdom, left by the human centuries ago.
His feet carry him inside of an enchanted wonderland. Feathery birds in golden satire greet him, as he reaches into his waterproof cloak to give payment for their loyalties.
Heading to the “Viewing Room,” he sits in a velvet red chair, and lunges forward to gaze into the scope, to better grasp what is taking place. Carefully, he turns his frame away from the sights of men trampling through his peaceful land, and breaking limbs of trees, spilling toxins with their machines. “This is our land,” he mutters angerily. “They do not belong here. This is an invasion, and will not be tolerated.”
Rubbing the tension from his temples, his eyelids begin to droop, as his stomach churns. A kicking sensation in his lower abdomen sends a chill through his spine. He cannot put his unborn child in danger, for he will be the next ruler. His eyelids close, with another day ending.

Groaning, his eyes open, and he focuses on the dim lit room. A tear finds its way down his cheek, as his body aches.
One of the fowls brings him a drink, “A motherly goddess insists I give you this sir.”
“For what will it do?” he questions with uneasiness.
“Protect you, and the child you are bearing,” he replies. “It only takes but a sip.”
Bringing the liquid to his face, he pauses in uncertainty. “Where is my advisor at?”
“He is returning from travels later today. This is something you must do, and cannot wait for him, much is in jeopardy.”

His lips quiver. The liquid washes over his lips causing a tingling sensation, as his arms drop at his sides. Wiggling backward, he releases his fluffy wings, as protection.
“You have nothing to fear,” the beaked being smiles.
Stroking Justin’s wings he talks in whispers, “You have such beautiful wings. They are in need of attention.”
Beneath the layers of feathers lay prickly thorns that pop up, when he senses danger.
“Pretty wings,” Justin listens to him repeat.
"I'm not easy to fall," he grumbbles, releasing his daggers. Justin squats to the flooring, blancing his frame, before lowering his head into his chest, and forming a large ball, covered in quills.
On the outside his body appears tense, while within it is begining to relax. Stillness is a big part of keeping him safe, so his system will temporarily shut down on the inside, while the outside is hard at work.
Feeling secure, Justin's eyelids grow heavy, and he thinks of sleep listening to the rthythm of his heart slowing with each breath he takes. The fowl's noises fade from his ears, drifting into a hypnotic state.
The being leaves terrified.

Waking, Justin is in a daze, still partly entranced by his own heartbeat, and the warmth of his body against him. Normally, he would return to sleep, but someone wants him up, and moving.
"It is okay to come out," A guard informs his groggy form, but he does not respond.
The guard understands that he may need stimulation to bring him out of his fog. A loud buzzing, causes him to stir. "I see you are awake, Sir."
"I guess," Justin sighs, as he rubs his belly,"he didn't like it much. I'm just glad it is over with, and he is safe. One battle done,” the Winged Creature admits.

Later, Justin awaits news of how his unborn is doing. He has managed to escape safely to the clouds, where the underwater spiecies are unable to come.
This is barren compared to the Earthly grounds where critters are every place he turns his head. Here the clouds and occasional friend are allowed. On this day, the Motherly Goddess is at his service.

Words of wisdom and comfort fill him. Shutting his eyes, visions flash before him. He will rebuild the tranquility that is lost, and learn to keep the humans at a distance.
Soft pressure on his abdomen region causes him to open his eyes briefly.
“You are doing well, and so is he. When you have the urge to push do so. I do not want your bulge to get much bigger, afraid your wings may no longer hold you.”

This new life worries him. It causes delays with his flights, and he cannot fly as high. "Come soon," he pleads nestling within a warm cloud, where he sees the shining circle, and the baby is born.

The cloud gently rocks him, and sings a lulling cermonial song to keep him strong through the comming days, and nights.
His eyelids close, as the cloud gives him to the Sun to recieve gifts for future use.
The sun rests him on a new bed full of warmth, and compassion.

Shadows loom around his sleepy form waking from a peaceful slumber. Memories of giving birth float through his mind vagely.
"Easy breathing," a voice instructs him, as he shifts his weight to the side drowsily.
"I heard that in the song," he sighs. "I need to protect my son, and the animals."
"Breathe in. Breathe out," the sound tells him, as he attepmts to sit, but finds the task too tiring, "Your son is in good hands. You need your rest."
The motherly Goddess comes to visit, and insure all is going to plan, as he begins to drift to sleep. Gently she exaimes his abdomen, concerned about the bulge. It has gone down emensely, a good sign.

A womanly figure comes to his side with an offering, "This plant that I place between your eyes will guide you to triampth over evil." Patting his hand, she points towards the shadows, "These are your worries, and fears. Pay no mind to them. They will bring forth anger, and resentment in your future, if you let them control you."
Nodding, he turns his head away from them. Gazing into her eyes he drowsily admits, "You are beautiful."
Blushing, laughter emerges from the fairries lips, "Thank you," she whispers. "I will see you again," she explains to him as he sleeps soundly.
Able to hear her words, and understand them he gathers important information.
Cermonial music plays, and he cannot piece anything together. The tune gets softer, and he overhears talks of marriage.
Marriage is not a fond idea of his. Shrugging his shoulders at the thought of breaking family tradition, he sits quietly on a cloud.
His son is at his side, growing fastly, as the fairy returns.
"Beautiful," he smiles tenderly, as if under some sort of spell.
"You need to mary," her voice is calming.
"But, I am not...." She cuts him off, "You must, if you do not it will cause further in blance in your Kingdom. Marriage will restore much of the peace, and tranquility that has been lost."
"But who?" he asks frowning.
Opening a book, her finger circles around a human female. "Her, you shall have."
"This is absurd," he shaakes his head in disbelief. " I don't want any of them to come here. They have ruinned all that was harmonus."
"You will fall in love, and all shall fall into place," the Fairy insists.
Standing slowly, his body wobbles, taking his child into his arms, and walking towards his advisor for much needed advice.

"Absurd as it may seem, this will come to pass. You fear it is a reciepe for disiater, but in every dark tunnel, eventually there will be a light. She is your light, and you will love her like you do these creatures," The Tiny Wingged Beaked Fellow advises.
Cradling his child, uncertainty is in his blue orbs. His breaths are heavy, as sweat drips from his brow.
"The baby needs you now. There is no time to focus on what has been predicted. You must conserve your energgies, as you will need them later on," he says.
Breathing grows shallow paying attention to the new being now laying on his chest.
Sleepily, he reaches for the berries feeding his son. The tasty fruit soothes him, and his achy body. Any subtle sound sends him into a panic.
Another berry enters his mouth, whilst his child rests peacefully. Silence is all around him. Justin eyes his guard, and covers his son with a sacarade cloth, hiding him from all his enimmies.

Traveling to the brook, Justin's eyes fall on a sparkling light belonging to a human. Creeping forward, his wings flap lightly, and he hops to a rock.
She studdies him cautiously, "Be not afraid. I have come to gather water to do washings."
Hesitant, his limbs shake for several seconds, before returning to the shinning object around her neck.
"You are a very interesting creature," she smiles, as she unties the ribbion, causing curls to come from every direction.
Carefully, he finds courage to edge closer to her. Unsure of the situation he continues to observe, and take note the changes around the brook.

The following morning, he returns in search of food for his youngster. His eyes are wide with excitement staring at the golden piece laying on the ground. Picking the broken locket from the watery hole, warmth fills him. Into his pocket the heart goes for safe keeping.
Grabbing many berries, and other goods, Justin heads home above the trees.

Eager to see the brook, Justin awakes early to assist the animals in the cleaning process, before the weather becomes too chilly.
He spots the human he had found interest in looking through the water for something, and heads in her direction curious.
"Hello there," she sighs wiping a tear from her eye.
Her voice is a bunch of high pitched jumbbled sounds to him. Chirps escape Justin's quivering lips.
"Hush," she says softly. "I won't hurt you. Will you help me?" she whispers.
His chirpping turns to coos, as she manages to massage his backing, getting him to relax. She does not speak, as she pulls a photograph from her dress to show him.
Sitting straight, he searches his pockets for the jewelery, finally dangling it in front of her.
She grasps it from his grip, eying Justin's behaviour. The piece is hypnotising to him, as his eyes follow it back and forth. "I wish I knew your name," she smiles, and gently pats his head lovingly.
He chirps happily, until he feels a tug at his wing, and everything goes blank.

Cool air blows on his face, comming to in a cage, with no room to spread his wings. His breaths are heavy in the unfamiliar setting, as a voice comes out of nowhere, but Justin cannot see anything, but darkness.
"I will release you, if you hand over your son."
Snarling in defense, Justin barks, "I do not have a son. Let me go."
"Why must you lie? Is it because you are not like the other creatures here?" he fires.
Justin's eyes turn fire red, "How dare you talk of me as if I am one of those ungreatful humans."
"Oh, but you are," The Being snears. "Look at this."
A flash of light causes Justin to blink, as he focuses on the image, "I don't believe you." He closes his eyes, blocking the painful sensation from his eyes.
Openning his eyes, Justin spots a dim light, tracking its every move.
The beast cackles and hisses, "You wish. You are part human, and cannot change that. The animals have only been accepting of you because of your large stature. They fear, and loathe you. Now, they have no need to worry with you out of their hair."
Bending the bars on his cage, Justin lunges at his predator, "You have nothing on me. You're a bully on the human's side."
Hardly the Fowl replies.
Standing strait, Justin's wings flutter, as pain moves through them. Over coming his pain temporarily, Justin gets himself to a higher altitude, where the creature can no longer harm him. Quickly, he moves, knowing his wings could give way, at any moment.

Stopping for a rest, Justin plants himself into a tree. His eyelids droop close, Knowing it is past due to feed his son. Sleeping for a few minutes energizes him, and he rushes to his son's side.

Leaning forward in a sitting position, a fairy gently corrects the damage to his wings.
A soft material wraps around the injuries, and with a calming healing agent.
He is weak from his encounter, as anger runs through him.
"Relax," his advisor insists.
"How can I?" Justin questions, as his lips quiver. "I can't go back to the ground, until something is done about that Fowl who is trying to pit me against the only family I ever knew."
"Things will turn out right," the advisor warmly tells him, as Justin's eyelids grow heavy. "Let the medication repair your wings, as night falls."
Drowsily, he nods his head, and attempts to flap his wings instinctively, before drifting to sleep.

In the morning, Justin tweets, while examining his sore stiff wings. Today he would need a fairy to gather berries, and other foods, to prevent further injury.
Memories of his brush with danger enter his mind, and the human he met who let him fall to the mercy of his villians.

A new Begining
Days after his incident with his enmmy, Justin is being coaxed into revisiting the brook to stock up on food for the wintery season ahead.
His wings are stiff, at take off, but loosen. His body calms, as the air brushes against it, and Justin plots himself onto a lily pad. He soon forgets about his fears engaging in talks with the creatures he has not seen in days, when she appears, and his world spirals.
"What happened to you?" she asks, barely audible. "I thought you drowned."
He is quiet for several seconds, before his nervous chirps begin.
Bending she eyes his injuries,and watches him grasp a berry, and place it in his mouth to smash. She gasps a little noting, he has no teeth, or so it appears. His stature is similar to that of a monkey, not of a human, though he has curls atop his head, and skin, which isn't quite like a human's.
It is thick, and flaky, from what she can tell. His cloak keeps the rest a mystery.
Her necklace could keep him occupied for hours, as she places it on the ground, hoping he will come closer, but Justin is cautious to budge.
Gesturing for him to come, he inches his way toward the shinny object. Perching on a slippery rock, Justin thinks about the locket. His wings flutter, as he lands on the grassy surface, in front of the item.
Opening the locket, she smiles, "There is a picture inside of my father." She lightly pats his head, "Would you like to come with me?" she patamimes.
In understanding, Justin pulls away his cloak revealing to her something interesting.
"You're a mommy," she chuckles, "and that is why you come in search of food for your young."
Her fingers run along his belly soothingly, as a fairy appears before her. "He needs a loving wife," the Fairy explains, " of human kind to put his palce back into harmony."
"I find adoringness for him, but marriage is not something I desire," Miria states.
"It will come in time," the Fairy insists, leaving Miria alone with him.

Justin learns humanly ways of standing, though he cannot keep the stance, for long. Miria brushes his hair, as he rests within her arms. Words did not have to be spoken to communicate their feelings for one another.
Her father is not pleased, as he watches his daughter engage with this creature he has come to loathe.
She is quick to change his opinion, "Daddy," she says softly, "place your hand on his lower stomach."
"Is this what I think it is?" he questions.
"Yes, he's pregnant, and its ours."
"I won't believe it, until this child or creature is born," the man grumbbles.
"They expect him to give birth within a day or so, since they calculate time differently., than us humans," she grins.

The birth of another son brings joy into Justin's life. The sensation of lips on his forehead causes him to open his heavy eyelids, and gaze at his two boys, and wife to be, as he hears the wedding bells.