Flight Fellowship

THE FLIGHT FELLOWSHIP by: Alixiaa

CHAPTER 1:DIFFERENT

She was the odd one out. And not just because she was the smallest of the flock. No. Not because she had most of the attention from the elders in the community council. No. Not for her taste in adventure and risk taking and her twisted sense of humor. No. And not because she excelled and was much better then most of her older peers and siblings. No. Then why? Because she was different. And harrows don't like different because they can’t understand it. And harrows fear what they don’t understand. It’s only natural. Everyone respected her through fear. It radiated off them like sweat off humans and it is disgusting (if your wondering which one I meant, well it’s both). But the real thing they feared was how could the best in magical performances, branching and fly lessons, hunting, sparring, and academics be a small, blind runt? She had the highest overall grade in Royal Wings Academy! When she turned away from a group of chatting harrows after a nice “hello!” or “good hunting!” They would start gossiping about her behind her back. Their smiles although fake, encouraged her to work harder. She had no parents and no clue to her past. She lived by herself in her den reading a book on her arm chair in front of the fire place drinking a cup tea when the door knocked. She got up unknowingly taking the first step towards the person behind the door that would change her life. And her name is Farren Flighthood.