The Child, now of sixteen, roosted in the cliff that his father had left him. It has been the only home he has ever had. His life had been mostly solicitude. Occasionally he would work up the courage to get near a human, but every one runs in fear of him or attacks him.
He stretched out his wings and flew off to hunt. It was the only real pass time that he got. He was heading east into the deepest part of the woods until he heard a loud cry coming from a nearby road. He deiced to check out what was going on. He got to a clearing on the road and saw several people surrounding one person who was laying on the ground. It looked like robbery taking place. The child swooped down picked up one of the supposed robbers and tossed him in a tree.
"It's a roc!" one of them shouted, "Let's get out before it eats us!" They all quickly fled into the woods.
"That was easy." The child said smugly to himself. He turned to see if the one he just rescued had ran off too. They were still there, knocked out. Upon closer inception the person....
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