He started running again. He had to get distance between him and them before they gained control. He was looking up in every tree, trying to see something, anything. The glint of a silver wing, preferably. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to see that teddy bear shape again. No luck. Fury replaced the normal mixture of fear and misery that he had. He increased the length of his strides, making him go considerably faster. He was sure he could take them, he just had to get the collar off. But how? He kept running, and a thought came to his head.

I am something. I am a living, breathing, creature with a right to live, whether the humans think so or not, and that’s something. I… am…. something. The once apprentice of the teddy bear looking soceress looked around and caught sight of what he was looking for.


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