Note: If you don't like birds then don't read it! >3> NOR read if you don't like sad stories! D<.


Though I am a wizard who can heal whether it'll be by magic or heart, there was one that I could not save; A little bird, whose wing and leg were broken, I had saved him twice from Kairi. I tried my best to nurse him, a bird with a broken wing is damaged for life they say and will never fly again. I really don't believe that’s true myself, yesterday the way that little bird tried its hardest to fly away...its not impossible to lift into the skies again.


I really thought this little one would make it; I tried healing spells gently upon him. They were working; the little guy was so full of life despite of his physical damage. I really thought, I really believed that he was going to be alright.


The next morning I woke up, I went and checked on him right away, but...he wasn't perky any longer, the spirit had left his eyes. I was able to tell there and then...that he wasn't going to make it... but still I tried to help one last time...but I had no success.


For a long moment the two of us sat by my bedroom window listening to the other birds happily chirping away with one another. The little bird sat gently within one hand, I used my other index finger to stroke his head softly; I kept whispering that I was truly sorry...sorry that I was unable to help him get better again...he just looked at up at me with his small black eyes...knowing that the best place for him to spend his last minutes alive was out in the sunshine where he could hear the others chirping and whistling. I took him out and placed him carefully in a near by tree, I stayed there with him, gently stroking his head with one finger.

It was only a few minutes before he passed and all the while I was whispering, telling him to go peacefully to my realm where there were no such things as suffering, pain or tears. It was there in the world that I had created he could fly all the time and be happy, even after he had gone; I stayed there and watched his silent form a moment longer.
My mouth was dry but….so were my eyes…Though I felt sad, I knew he had gone to a better place.

Racing back inside I grabbed some bread, went back out and started tearing in into little pieces and carefully lined them up a long the fence. The other bird’s had landed on the clothes line over the other side of the fence and watched; I couldn’t being their lost friend back…but I could offer them food in honour of their lost one…whether they knew he had gone, I wasn’t entirely sure. But as I made my way back inside…I turned and peered over at the spot in the tree where I had left him…I could just make out his feathers blowing silently in the breeze…

I don’t know why, but something told me that he knew I had been trying to help…no fear had been in his eyes at all when he was alive. Others say animals are stupid, but they are underestimated too much…if stupidity in animals were true, then how is it that they allow us to help? How is it that most of them pay us back in thanks somehow?

It’s amazing that one glimmer of kindness can go a long way, though I was unable to help that little bird, I know none of it was a waste of time…if anything by trying to help I’ve made this cruel world for animals that little bit kinder.