Literature
To Protect
The eagle flew at him again, screeching; its eyes were bright coals, its claws hooked thorns.
And all he could do was mewl, frozen, as the talons descended upon his head.
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This was it, then. The end.
The whole Tribe had gathered, eyes wide, and no wonder -- they were leaping from the falls. Whispers were everywhere, and hope and dread. For this was the end.
Or near to it.
Talon held himself up proudly; proud that he was to save his Tribe, proud that he was chosen by his noble ancestors. Proud, fierce, and more than ready.
To protect.
That was all that his life had asked for and that was the most he had. It was both want and need.
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