The Woods

My senses guided me out of the snowbank until I was at the tip of a brush. Abruptly, I seemed not to know where I was traveling. I descended into the groves and gazed at the trees around me. They twirled around like how smoke dances with the breeze as it soars to the heavens.

"Hello there, my Friend." I overheard a gentle voice announce.

I hastily shifted my head and saw a Boa whose scales shined with a dazzling Azure coloring and a million diamond design reflecting the sun's halo.

"Whom are thou?" I asked

"My name is Thera. Is your name Delta?"

How did they know my title if I've never witnessed them before? Did I associate with them before I lost my memory? "How does thou know my name?"

"I've known for a long time that you would come. It's not every day that a Crane comes to Snake woods, you know. I knew you must be Delta."

"And I remember not to aid a serpent, particularly a huge one alike to thou, Thera."

"And yet you are a Crane, you eat snakes, and could even eat a Boa like me. You are just as much as a danger to me as I am to you, and regardless I offer you shelter when you are wounded. My home is a tree in the middle of the forest."

She pointed her tail at an enormous tree whose leaves were the tone of a roseate sunset and bark marked like Thera's scales.

"Snakes are abundant of tricks, and thou is just leering me to their clutches," I spoke.

"I see that you don't want to stay, you may venture into the woods, but you may come by anytime. You will know where I am," They responded.

I rushed off, farther into the lumber, seeking a method to escape. The woods got more congested and blocked the sun's brilliance. Eventually, the groves got more shaded and felt more sinister. I felt lost in the umbrae.

I caught my talons under a rhizome piercing beyond the soil. I attempted elevating it. But it was a substantial serpent, whose skin looked as if it had rusted. It began attacking my limb, I tried to separate it, but something plummeted on my posterior, ripping my hide. The snake swiftly released my leg when it witnessed the beast on my stern. I attempted to sway it off, but it fastened itself tightly.

I promptly tried to find a way to get this beast off my rump. I located a moderately low-hanging tree limb. I ran towards it and bowed under it to try to whisk it off. I felt four sharp hooks haul against my hindquarters. I let out a cry that echos on the trees, but I knew the beast was gone.

I ran through the cheerless copses. I perceived that my soul would go hushed if I didn't attend to my wounds. I wanted to lift my wings to fly, but they ached. I knew I wouldn't be able to fly for a while. Nevertheless, I don't trust that Boa, but It may be my only hope to keep to the melody of life