1 CHAPTER 1
The autumn wind slowly passes through the canopy of a large tree caressing all the dormant inhabitants on it, hinting to them that it is time to wake up. In the nest on the largest branch, as high as the sky itself, the most beautiful bird the world has ever seen started her happy song. She spread her blue wings and threw herself towards the bottom of the tree, not stopping with the melody. It was a great sight to see her in flight. A true acrobat among birds. She made perfect turns, she had grace in her movements and all that with her wonderful music made a perfect set.
She flew over the great lake as the sun bounced off her and made her look brighter than she was. She flew just above the water washing her sleepy bird face. She knew she didn't have much time and she had to hurry.
In all that beauty of movement and perfect melody, she was accompanied by a big, old, hungry hawk. With his miserable wings, he could barely keep up in the air, but he had speed and thought that was enough to catch his flawless prey. He slowly followed the bird, which was still enjoying the fresh morning air. Up close it seemed even more beautiful to him, he wanted even more to make it his breakfast. In the moment when the small fish, enough to fit in the mouth of our bird, jumped out of the pond, a frightening falcon appeared behind it. The bird, knowing that this could be its end if she was not fast enough, rushed towards the sky. Only because of one thing she wanted to live, she could not allow the thread of her existence to be interrupted here.
The gray hawk followed in her footsteps. However the blue-winged bird tried to free him, it failed. This forest has been his hunting ground for a long time, while she has been there shortly. Small, helpless in front of a falcon, the bird is knocked down. Once, the second time, the third time, but that didn't stop her from getting up again and continuing to fly, but slower and slower ... She was slowly losing her strength and couldn't escape. All she had left to do was fight for her life and she did. Inferior to the falcon, she loses control of one wing and falls to the ground, losing consciousness. The falcon followed her, but suddenly a shot was heard. The old wings fluttered and realized that on that day the bird will not be the prey, but himself.
The night came, cold and dark. The bird slowly gets up from its sleep and realizes that its wing can no longer fly. But she has to do her job, she has to! She slowly gets up on her little legs and starts waving one wing, harder and harder until she slowly pushes herself into the air. From her love, she slowly began to draw strength. By the lake she saw a fisherman with a bucket full of small fish. At least she didn't have to go hunting. She slips past the old fisherman and grabs a small fish from his catch. Now she just has to get back to her tree. She begged her wing drawn in blue to endure. Not because of her, she cared least for herself.
She was running out of strength, her wing was broken, tired and bloody, but she managed to reach the base of her tree with her prey in her mouth. She slowly began to fly upwards. If a bird could cry, it would surely cry from sorrow and pain, and also from happiness. On its branch, high above the ground in a small nest, the untrained melody of a small bird could be heard. Her bird. Her son. What would he do just if she lost her battle today, how would it survive in this cruel world where without the help of the right person you can't stand ? She left the prey beside him, but her son, when he saw the condition of his mother, went to her and began to slowly caress her neck with his head. He assumed it was because of him, because of his hunger, and he was sorry. He loved his mother and was now convinced that she was the best in the world. He helped her to her bed and curled up next to her as they slowly ate a small fish staring at the stars.
