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// Prolouge  
// Story: A Bird's Cage 
// by Ravenpuff 
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She was floating, weightlessly. Not an unusual feeling, yet it felt off. Maybe because she was on her back and her wings were not moving. Her eyes were closed. Not the best condition for flying. 

Flying. She had been flying. This was not flying. Something had stopped her flight. Turned everything black. 

She did the mistake of trying to open her eyes to find out what had happened. She did not make it. Nausea attacked her viciously, making her groan. She saw glimpses of dark colours, green perhaps, before giving up and allowed her eyes to close again and stay so. Moving would just make it worse too.

Then how was she moving? It was not her. She was being carried. That did sound to make sense. 

She started to notice the aching of her body and her head. The world still felt like it was spinning although she kept her eyes closed now. She just wanted it to stop. To go away. 

It was bliss when everything turned black again, more than the dark of just having your eyes closed. The blackness in which the ache or nausea could not reach her. 

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She slowly awoke. The movement she remembered from before had been replaced by stillness. Not on her back this time, so much she could tell. The aching of her head slowly returned to her, but it felt more bearable this time. 

Again she was struck by confusion of what was going on, where she was and what had happened. 

She took a deep breath and dared to open her eyes. Closing them again with a hiss at the blinding light hitting her, making the ache in her head turn into a sharp stabbing pain through her sockets. Slowly she tried again, opening her eyes just a little at the time. Allowing them to adjust to the light. 

The light was not that big or sharp really, she noticed when her sight had adjusted enough. It was simply the contrast of the small beam of light hitting next to her pillow and the big dark room she was in. Details were hard to tell yet, but she was sure she was in a room. Laying on her side on a rather hard bed. Wooden walls, wooden floor, wooden ceiling. A hut properly. The windows bolted shut, but the blinds on one of them did not connect and left crack big enough to allow in some light. 

The rest of the room lied in blackness. 

Somepony must had found her and brought her here to take care of her after the crash.

Wait, crash? Yes, a crash. She had been flying. She had been surprised by a traitorous wind she had been warned about in this area. That area. Depending on how far she had been moved. The mountains created unpredictable winds and whirlwinds that could throw you off when catching you off guard. Guess she was not as strong a flier as she had thought herself to be. She had lost control and fallen. Hit trees rather than rock, thank the Sun and the Moon. But then everything had gone pitch black.    

Whoever had found her and brought her here had most likely saved her life. She did not even know how long she had been out. But the aching of her head made it hard to move; even moving her eyes to look around was rewarded with pain. Left to her own device out there – yeah, she did not want to think about that. 

Right now she just wanted to rest again. Already feeling exhausted. Would have to thank her savior later, whoever they were.

Her eyes slowly closing again, she shifted a bit to adjust her position on the bed. Drifting back to sleep again, never noticing the watchful eyes from the darkened part of the room.