I’m finally dead. My life hasn’t been that great, in fact, it wasn’t great at all. My most recognizable characteristic is my laziness, I even died from starvation. My parents thought it would be a good idea to give me some money and throw me out of the house to survive on my own but who were they kidding!
I ended up getting mugged, lost all my money and starved on the street. Nobody cared enough to give me hand though that might have been because of me staying at a garbage dump and never getting up again. All in all, I’m glad I finally died maybe this will mean everything is finally ending, I won’t have to care or worry about survival, society or anything else ever again.
As the darkness of death swept over me and I felt my life slipping away, I saw my worthless life’s memories for one last time, I honestly didn’t feel anything when I thought about my family and I never had any friends. Such a boring life, I’m glad it came to an end which is sort of ironic when you think about it.
Now there is absolutely nothing, I’m drifting in nothingness and I am nothing... For a little while anyway. Why am I still conscious ? Wait, is that light?! Oh no. Oh no no no. I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER!!!!
Chapter 1: A STRANGE NEW LIFE
This is ridiculous. I’m currently in the middle of a bird nest and yes, I’m a bird, a canary actually. I feel very complicated right now. I don’t know if I should be disgusted by the way my “mother” is feeding me? Or be happy by the fact that I will be able to fly in the future which was always a dream of mine? Or be sad by the fact that I don’t even have arms anymore? And I also don’t know if I should be happy or sad that I got a second chance at life even though it’s a bird’s life?
For now I am going to sleep since I’m so tired. Somewhere deep in my heart, I hoped that this would just be dream with me waking up at my parent’s house anytime now. But noooo… I just woke up a day later.
Waking up to the sight of my mother coming in with “food” in her mouth, fear loomed over me since I knew it was my food and by food I mean WORMS, freakin’ worms. Even though the scene of her flying under the rays of sunlight made her look beautiful giving her yellow feathers a shiny feeling.
It appears my species is a wild canary with yellow feathers covering our heads and chest while our wings and back are black with a big black feather at the tip of our backs. Though the colors vary in intensity from bird to bird but that is the general look anyway.
My mother kept feeding me and my brothers and sisters until we were full. Even though I thought it would be disgusting to eat worms and from the beak of my mother no less. My bird body’s instinct took over and it made the “food” tasty as if it’s the most natural thing for me to eat worms.
Ever since I was born all I’m been hearing was the sounds of tweets from my brothers and sisters and my mother. I wanted to know how many brothers and sisters I have but my sight is still blurry. I have too much energy in this little body of mine which is why I’m unable to sit still, I keep wiggling and shaking my body almost from instinct until I feel tired then I go to sleep.
I woke up at sunrise again almost as if I have an internal clock… Oh yea, birds do have those I suppose. All my siblings are awake, chirping and tweeting. I think my mother went to get food. My father hasn’t showed himself yet. Maybe he’s dead. Today, I try and get a feel for my body while trying to control it better. After a while my mother comes in with the daily dose of worms. I spend the rest of my waking hours trying to better control my body rather than just shaking it out of instinct and I sleep when I get tired.
On the next day, I felt my control getting much better. I try tapping my legs in front of me then to the back then I try flapping my wings a few times.
[body control lv1] skill gained
Umm… what the heck? This is a blue window.
A blue window…BLUE WINDOW. Wait, I know what this is. I should be happy if it’s true but the more I think about it the scarier I feel because I know what I AM. If this really turns out to be a fantasy world like all those novels then it’s filled with monsters and magic which is awesome BUT I’M A FREAKING CANARY BIRD.
Never mind surviving for my 10 year life span, how am I going to survive living outside this nest? And how come I haven’t heard or seen any monsters yet?
Ugh… everyday, I keep asking more and more questions without any answers and it’s very frustrating. What am I going to do now? What have I been doing until now? Did I really plan on living a bird’s life for ten years?
I have to calm my thoughts. Everything has an answer. Maybe I was just delusional about that blue window just now, that must be it… yea, I’m just a DELUSIONAL CANARY. Who am I kidding right now? Huh? WHO?
Ugh… calm down me. Calm down. Since I am stuck here anyway, I can just kill myself. Wait, wouldn’t that make me a coward? I mean sure, I might have been the laziest person on earth but I was never a coward and I don’t want to be one, either.
Whoever or whatever brought me here might have just given me a chance to change myself and I also like the aspect of fantasy and magic. For now, I will try and figure out a way to get stronger maybe strength will be better than lying around all day and doing nothing.
After my mother fed me that day, I immediately started flapping my wings as hard as I can until I got tired, I knew I obviously wouldn’t just fly but maybe this might act as strength training or something when my mother saw me flapping my wings she kept turning her head sideways as if she was a dog while my siblings kept chirping, completely ignoring my existence.
This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
I looked at my mother to my surprise as she moved towards me and pushed me with her head till the edge of the nest. I was horrified since I thought she was going to throw me of the nest, so I kept pushing against her while trying to scream for her to stop. Only to hear loud chirping and tweeting coming out of my mouth, hopefully she understood what I wanted to say.
“Why do you want me stop? I’m only going to help you fly since you are so eager” a calming motherly voice sounded in my head as my mother stopped pushing me and looked at me while turning her head again and chirping.
From the context of the words I only froze for a minute before my brain started working again. I understood that my mother somehow talked to me through chirps or whatever. So I tried to ask her how she could talk but only heard chirping again. Then she chirped something back to me and I heard.
“off course I can talk. I’m more surprised you can talk when you are so young. Looks like you are a fast learner, little one” he heard her say cheerfully.
This must have something to do with us being the same species, that would make perfect sense to me. In fact I can’t think of any other reason. She is also speaking very intelligently for a bird. Anyway, back to the matter at hand.
“Um… mother, could you not try and kill me?”
I honestly can’t think of anything else to say to here since this is the first time I spoke to a bird. It has actually been so long since I talked to anyone, even my previous family didn’t talk to me too much. I’m feeling ashamed since I feel like my way of speaking is less intelligent than a bird. This might at least convince my mother that I’m still a little bird.
“Haha… I wasn’t trying to kill you, my boy. I was helping you learn to fly”
“But I don’t know how” I retorted
“Off course not. Which is why I’m trying to help you LEARN it… haha” She said it as a matter of fact. I couldn’t help but feel some mockery in her tone which irritated me since I realized how stupid my retort was.
“Mother, I’m tired. Can I try tomorrow?”
“Yes, you can, little one. Rest now” She said as she brought me closer to her with her wings for a warming sleep. I slept soundly under her wings. I couldn’t help but feel happy for some reason, maybe it’s her act of affection towards me. My past life didn’t include many “affectionate” moments from my parents or anyone actually.
I tried to remind myself that she was just a bird but I was still very happy that she showed such motherly affection to me.
The next day, I woke up to the chirps of my siblings again and noticed that my mother already left to bring us some food. While waiting for her I tried to do something different and kept jumping in place while flapping my wings when I felt like I was about to fall. I never flew but I landed slowly. Every time, it kept getting slower and slower however I haven’t reached the flying stage, yet. After a while, mother got back with food.
“Are you ready to fly, little one?” she asked after feeding all of us.
Just imagining it, made me feel extremely elated “how are you going to teach me to fly, mother?”
“Like this” she said as she approached me, held me by the back of my neck and threw me out the nest.
“Ahhh” I screamed as I was falling, frantically trying to flap my wings. In a couple of seconds, my instinct took over and I was able to glide my way down to the ground. I managed to softly land on the ground.
Panting heavily for a bird, I took a look around me. The dirt ground I was on was covered in dried leaves surrounded by various different kinds of plants, giving my surroundings a colorful look with the rays of sunlight magnifying the effect. I’m very happy to have been able to see such a scene.
Mother landed beside me and said “Not bad, my boy” I could feel the happiness in her voice inside my head. I reflexively tried to small but only managed to make my eyes look like crescent s since my beak wouldn’t move. I’ve still to get used to this small body of mine.
“Just a couple more tries and you’ll get the hang of it” She swiftly took me by the neck and flew me to the nest which I could tell was about 3 to 4 meters from the ground on a thick tree branch. She threw over again. This time, I managed to float a little before gliding down again. We repeated it for a third time and I managed to sparingly fly and float. Mother noticed I was starting to get tired so we treated it as a success and ended it for the day. The sense of accomplishment I felt made me forget my tired body. I couldn’t sleep from my happiness even though I was cuddled against my mother.
As I lied there pondering about today’s events, I asked mother “Mother, why weren’t there any animals or beasts around here?”
“There was, child. You just couldn’t see them, yet. But you needn't fear them.” she said reassuredly.
She sounded mysteriously confident in her words.
"Aren't they dangerous, mother?" I was confused by her statement.
"They surely are" she chuckled "but they won't harm you" I was even more confused. Seeing my confusion mother calmly said "trust me"
She didn't seem to be willing to tell me any further. I wondered why she was so confident. Could this have something to do with my mother’s ‘abnormal intelligence?
…Intelligence?
No, it can’t be. Leaving that matter aside I asked “Mother, where is father?”