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A book a book!! Enjoy! This is called Evening Star, and if I ever get anywhere in the book you'll figure out why. The story is only around two chapters or something like that right now here. I'll post the rest I have later. Please comment!!

The hawk flew fast and silently. It took cover when it felt danger. It wasn’t on a hunt for food. It was on a flight for its life.

Slowly it looked out from its hiding place in the hollow of a tree. Believing it was safe, it took flight, west, towards the setting sun. The lack of sleep was catching up with it. It had been almost two days since its last meal. If it was in better sense, it would have noticed the black eagle on watch from a nearby tree branch. Its eyes glinted with life and recognition. Only its eyes followed the swaying, smaller bird of prey. Then it spread its wings and silently took chase after the hawk.

In the distance the small hawk noticed what seemed to be a village. For a small moment, a glimmer of excitement welled up in the hawk. A village meant people, people meant help!! Then a thought dampened the small hope. If the hawk stayed in or near the village, the danger that followed it might harm the villagers. The hawk slowed down for a second at the disaster.

All of a sudden the young hawk shrieked in pain. The black eagle dug its claws into the hawk’s left wing and side. The hawk tried to fight back with what little strength it had, but the awkward position made it impossible. The black eagle grinned evilly and kicked the small hawk downward. The hawk plunged toward the ground. The eagle only watched, satisfied, from above with two talons full of feathers.


The young hawk was in too much pain to think, and its wing too immobile to react on instinct to save it. Its first thought was it was going to die. And soon. The hawk felt the thick branches of the canopy of the trees on its back as it fell fast. The hawk winced as it was passed from one painful branch to another. Then the hawk felt a break in the branches and heard the whizzing of air pass it by. It knew it was getting close to the ground. And powerless to stop it.


A girl whistled cheerfully as she skipped along the trail. Her odd blue-black hair was braided with a bow at the end. In her hands she held a laundry basket. She was heading home with her laundry she had set out in a meadow a while away from her village. She didn’t want any village smell on her clothes when she first put them on. She wanted to remember the forest and the meadow. Her dress she wore was a bit worse for wear. Quite a few patches dappled the dress and apron she wore, but her grey-blue eyes shown a radiance of happiness for everything.

She was in mid whistle when she heard something fall from the trees above her. She looked up startled. Then she quickly saw that it was a bird that was falling out of the sky! She quickly. tried to reach toward it to stop its fall. It was too far in front of her, though. She ran and jumped, laundry basket in front of her. The bird landed in the basket safely. The girl fell onto the ground and skidded slightly with her whole body. She winced in pain from the cuts she felt on her arms. She lifted herself up, winced again, and found her right knee badly scratched up. She shrugged off the pain and looked at the bird.

The bird was safe, and unconscious, in the basket. All the clothes made for it a soft landing. She was very happy she could save it successfully. Then she noticed its wounds. All of it’s left side was torn up. The girl was surprised by this.

Poor thing must’ve been in an air fight with a rival bird over territory, she thought. Then she thought that she should get moving. If that mean bird that did this to this bird was still around, it might attack me just because I’m by it. She quickly began to make it back towards the village, favoring her right leg.


Light...... so bright..... wait.... light? The hawk opened its eyes. It laid in a nest of rags. It tried to hop up and noticed that its wing was bandaged. The it recalled what had happened. The hawk suddenly became frantic. Where was the black eagle? It tried to calm itself down to think more clearly.

It made notice that it was in a small cabin of sorts. It could see a door to another room on one end of the room and a door that looked to go outside. The “nest” it lay in was in the middle of a table with a small kitchen behind it. A chair meant to be the living room sat next to a fireplace.

The door to the outside opened gently. A young man walked in with some packages on his shoulder. Her held the door open with his free hand to let in a young woman.

“Fenz, you didn’t need to go out of your way to help me yo know,” the girl scolded. “I could’ve done it myself.” The boy just laughed and put the package down on the table. He didn’t seem to notice the hawk.

“I know, I know,” The boy replied, “But you needed my help whether you thought you could do it yourself or not.” The girl sighed. She turned to face Fenz.

“Well then, I thank very much for your assistance in carrying my package,” she said politely. The smile faded slightly from the boy’s face and his eyes narrowed. He grabbed the girl’s arm.

“Hesper, you need to stop living in your fancy past and start living in your very real present,” Fenz growled. She just stared emotionlessly into his eyes. After a few moments, Fenz quickly looked away and let go of her arm. He moved toward the door to leave. Just before he moved out the door, he looked at Hesper again. Fenz’s a glare, Hesper’s a stare with so much anger it made the boy shift his glance uncomfortably. Then he finally walked out the door, slamming the door behind him.

Hesper sighed and sniffed a little. Then she wiped some stray tears and shook her head really hard. After some deep breathes, to clam herself, she turned to the wounded hawk with a smile.

“Well, what do we have here?” she asked, happy to shift her attention to something. She sat in a chair and propped her head on her hands and smiled. “Mr. Hawk has finally awakened!! It’s been a good day since I found you. My name is Hesper. I’ll be watching over you till you are better.” Then she put on a more serious and sad face on. “Mr. Hawk I’m afraid to tell you that you’re greatly injured. I put some healing salves on your wounds, but I’m not sure how well they’ll work because you are a bird, not human. “ Then she smiled again. “I’ll do my best Mr. Hawk to get you better. I’ll make sure that no big mean bird comes after you in my house.”

Then she got up and stretched a little. The hawk just looked at her. Inside, the hawk was confused by this hospitality, but since its instinct felt no immediate danger, it decided it would stay.