Creative writing

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When they let kalai go to cross the bridge: kalai's point of veiw

My mistress hold onto my talons while leading the fire lords donkey, following the fire lord waddling through the cold wind, cold wisps running through my feathers to my bones.They stopped walking at a point and talked. The fire lord tied me to the donkey by a free strap on the saddle, I struggle to hold on but eventually found my balance as they saddle was slippery with the winters chill. Elsha looked troubled as shewas talking with him, fear gave a spark in her eyes, I knew something bad was going to happen. We went further into the gale and a horrible roaring noise came up from the mountains as if a beast was mourning for a lost soul. The fire lord told my mistress something as his hand reached toward the strap that binded me to the saddle, my mistress had a look of deep sadness. He untied me and Elsha signaled me to fly, so I did. High into the sky I flew where the air calmed a bit, after a couple of seconds I couldn't find Elsha anymore as if she was covered by a blanket of grey. My heart felt like a piece was taken. I flew on and on until I could see a house and a lone willow tree to the side, I flew down and landed on a branch. I knew what was missing, the love I had for Elsha twisted and turned and left a hole in my heart, the feeling that illuminates people around except for the chosen ones, the cruel chosen.