My dad an I have been planning to escape this island for a while. After countless attempts we got a new idea, wings to fly of this terrible island. We have been trying to escape this island trough the sea, but we haven't tried the sky. My father has sent me to gather feathers from the birds on the beach. I have been gathering feathers for hours to make these special pair of wings,
I have been gathering feathers all day and it is starting to get tiring
I just want to be free.
After our first few attempts at flying we both became pretty good at flying.We were ready to make the journey when a massive storm came in. We were forced to reschedule our great journey.
It seems as though we have to reschedule.
I was struck by lightning as I felt a wave of panic, fear, and pain all rush through me for the spit second i was conscious after getting struck. I plumeted into the sea.
NOOOOOOOOOO! MY SON!
After giving my dad the feathers I had been gathering, he began to attach them to a wax frame he made while I was away. He was successful in making the wings. we the went out side to prepare for the journey that was ahead
I brought you those feathers you asked for.
Thank you, these will be of great use in making wings.
Our second attempt was also put to an end because of another storm, but i really wanted to escape, so I ignored my fathers warnings, not ready for what was to com e
I don't care i just want to be free.
Stop it's too dangerous!!
My father was heart broken at the sight of my dead bogy, but he found the courage to carry on without me after my passing.