I wandered alone in the ever-lasting darkness.
My body would perk up at any simmer of light.
Slowly but surely, my mind was becomming a mess.
I needed to find my way; even if it took all my might.
I hopped over logs, through trees, over others, until I saw the Forest God.
His eery voice tingled my body with the release of each word.
"S-s-snakes. T-t-time is c-c-coming; you alone... are the one for this j-j-job."
"No, no. It can't be me; it must be another bird."
So, I flew away from the righteous and the rules.
I took into my hands, and squahsed the path that they chose.
I couldn't face it; the prophecy was just too cruel.
It hit me like an unexpected snowstorm; immediately, I froze.
Then, I saw the face of my past and present.
She said to be strong; that she made me a bird that could do it all.
In my rage, I shrieked, "Go die. You know nothing. You are ancient.
Why do you all want to see me fall?"
I ran away crying.
There had to be a way out.
If it wasn't for trying,
my life, then and there, would have taken a timeout.
But it didn't; I knew what I had to do.
It was my only option. Time had come.
Equipped with the right attire, right weapons, and my favorite snack: bamboo.
I left my village and began the adventure of awesome.
No one heard from me for days.
They had thought I must've reached success.
I told them not to send me; this just wasn't my day.
They found me with my yellow now red dress.
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