The Last Green: Burn

I used to live a normal life, with normal people, in a normal forest.

Times change.

I’m hiding in a tiny hole, black from the smoke billowing outside, focused on one thing: survival. Screams ring out around me. I grip the blade resting in my wing with such force that my arm shakes. My eyes sting from the dust. A shadow is cast into my hole, and I defensively stab upwards with my wing. Something falls into the hole, and I narrowly dodge it. I yank my weapon out and try and get a closer look. It’s a lynx with a huge cut in it’s head, made by my knife. It’s dead. I cover my mouth in shock at what I’ve done, edging further against the wet wall of my hiding place. I’m quivering in fear. Then the lynx moves. It leaps towards me and makes a sound like it’s screeching and gasping at the same time. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming and stab forward, closing my eyes. I hit my target, and the lynx falls. It takes me several moments to realize that I’m crying. My entire family, my home, it’s all gone, and all thanks to the organization called “The Ice Council.”

I’m Catlina of the Oak Council, and I’m fighting to save my friends.