The Bird In Unbroken Novels & Stories

Whistling like they had taught me while I lived in the pack, I waited with my hand held out for one of the Ravens to pop out and rest on it, and not too long after, one of them had. “Black Creek pack, " I told the bird, holding out the note. Snatching it from my hands, the bird took off, leaving behind a single shed feather as proof it its presence. Smug, I returned back into my room. My family would be here in less than a few days, probably sending the urgency of the note, and I couldn't wait for the arrival of all of those warriors. It would make me feel so much better, knowing that warriors of that caliber were in the pack with me.

They would expect bending. I would not bend. Not because I was unbreakable. But because something in Ravenwood had already begun to straighten. And once that happens, no amount of pressure can force it back into shape.

I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst. Miraculously, I got home when everything had calmed. I got home without Camil. After that day, I always visited the river, calling his name and hoping he'd answer. I still had you in me while I visited the river, for months, until I finally birthed you, Frances. Olivia looked down at Frances to see if she was sleeping. Frances laid her head on her mom's laps, in bed. "Reason why you've refused to see another man?" Frances said. "You keep waiting for dad. What makes you think he'd come back?"

Sandra sat in the front with Adonis, Morgan behind them, and Bella beside Dave in the back. Dave’s arm wrapped around her automatically. She leaned into him, breathing him in. Calm followed. “Do you know how Marcus is?” she asked after a moment. “And Elder Ravenn?” Morgan answered with thinly veiled satisfaction. “Marcus has a fractured arm.” Bella winced. “The Elder’s still in recovery,” Morgan continued. “Internal bruising. Some lacerations.” Guilt twisted in her stomach. Dave tilted her face toward him gently. “They earned every consequence, Sugar.”

But he was interrupted by the door swinging open. "Shawn chill, you can't kill her yet." I heard a unfamiliar voice say. I opened my eyes to see another very intimidated man in the door way. He seemed very casual. No shirt, messy hair. It honestly seemed as though he had just got laid considering all the bruises on his neck. "She's our bait, she has to stay alive until they come for her." He said nonchalantly. Shawn clutched the gun tightly in his hand as he kept the gun perfectly aligned with my skull.

She is just a broken soul. Like a young bird that was learning how to fly but had broken its wing. It needed time to recuperate and learn how to fly again and this time even stronger, with even more experience. She just needs support and love and someone to teach her how to reach for the clouds again. I love her and I will not allow her to break her wing again. “I am so-sorry. I should not be laying out broken like this to you. I am sorry,” she says as she gets up and wipes her tears.

I tilted my neck to find the room empty. I breathed out and collapsed on the floor with hot tears trailing down on my cheeks which I never knew I held. They say a caged bird remains in the cage no matter how much it tries to fly away with its broken wings. It will always remain weak, broken and shackled. And here I was the one. All broken, numb and destroyed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like it. Thoughts so far?

The hand writing is very familiar. “This is the only way that I can convey these words to you. The cage was still rattling but the chains were too tight to even break. A bird can only sing its song of pain inside and be barely heard as it flapped its wings in its too small and cramped cage inside the room of the princess. There are times that the bird will try to escape but would always fail, the princess was good at keeping things and making them stay. She knows how to, she has the resources to do so. And yet, even though the cries of the bird were rather quiet, the others still heard its song and came to the rescue. However, they could only do so much when the princess was around. They mus

She looked at the husband who had stayed, the brother who had built the walls, the son who had survived the fear, and the daughter who had taught her how to feel again. "Unbreakable," Aurora said. "That's a bit cliché, isn't it?" the art director asked. "Maybe," Aurora said. She stood up, holding Hope on her hip. She walked over to the monitor. She traced the image of her family. "But look at us," she said softly. "We cracked. We burned. We drowned. And we're still here." She looked at Liam. "We aren't unbreakable because we're hard," she said. "We're unbreakable because we know how to put the pieces back together."

POV: The time has been reversed to more than half a day ago from Birdman's perspective. After bidding farewell to two foolish bears in the jungle, the Birdman struggled to flap his wings in the hail, with one wing protecting the leather bag. He flew for a while and fortunately stumbled upon an overhanging cliff where he landed to take shelter from the midnight rain. Now, he is an adult bird from the Joke tribe and his name is Minee. He waited under the cliff until the hail transformed into rain and snowflakes before continuing to flap his wings and fly outside of the jungle. Despite flying for four or five consecutive days, he was extremely tired.