The sand beneath my feet looks like scorched rubble. I smell
the air and it beckons me to let my wings loose. Now that my enemies
have encompassed me, I must use my claws and teeth to save myself, then
I shall hereafter flee to a distant land in terror for my life. In this land of
science and medicine I had sought refuge but the people here were not
akin to a being such as myself. Their violence and animosity surpassed my
own. I found myself drawn to a trouble that would soon portend my end.
My wings are frail and painful on my back. I spread them far and
wide but my heart aches because they cannot save me from my enemies.
Though I move with great speed, though my talons are as strong as the
beast from whence I came, though my eyes can see through the gloom of
the night, I still pray that I could give up all my faculties to be normal.
The recollection of my former life has become vague and I moan
because of the monster I have become. I do not feel the tears trickle down
my face even when a river forms where I stand because I do not believe I
am capable of a virtue such as remorse. But I digress, I must narrate only
the story of how I came to possess such celestial pieces of flesh.