Personal Narrative-Skellig Story

Skellig Story

It was too late. I couldn’t possibly return. Not after what I’d done. I had to live on the ground from then on, but all my life I’ve been in the sky. I didn’t know how to survive on the ground but the birds, my cousins, they had adapted so I could to. The clouds rippled under me, before, I had never dared go below them. I had everything I needed back home so why would I venture into the unknow, the unsafe. But, I didn’t have a home and I couldn’t fly forever. I started lowering closer to the clouds.

My chest was almost touching them, I closed my eyes tightly and blindly continued to lower into the thick misty fog below. Only after I was sure I’d passed was when I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful of sites, there were
plants everywhere. Green flourishing plants, not a speck of blue in sight! A herring flew past me squaking as if I was invading it’s personal space, I backed of a little and continued to marvel at the scenery below. I smiled for the first time in a while that day.

After hours of flying through the scenery I remembered I was supposed to be looking for somewhere to sleep. I saw a small huddle of buildings and thought one of them must be vacant. Luckily I was correct, a tiny little wooden structure far removed from the rest of the buildings hadn’t anyone in it. I landed and though I was unsteady from not using my legs I managed to stumble onto a cloth lying on the floor of the little shack. I fell asleep instantly.

I awoke to the sound of footsteps, they were fast and were getting louder.
I snapped up and burst out the door then jumped into the air, spread my wings and flew. A few people saw me but I didn’t care because no one would believe them. My wings were painful, all the flying I had done the day before was only then sinking in. I had to land and walk but I couldn’t, not out in the open. Then a forest appeared on the horizon and I thought it was the perfect place to conceal myself for that day. After landing I started to walk but my wings kept snagging on branches so I was forced to furl them up tightly; it was quite unpleasant but had to be done to keep them undamaged. I saw little fledglings pass in front of me many times. I always waited till they had gone before continuing. Day was just beginning to come to a close when I found a cleary that had two buildings in it; one smaller than the other. I saw that the larger one had someone in it so I settled into the small one. It was a lot dustier then my previous shack and it had cobwebs everywhere but it would have to do so I settled myself into a corner, pulled a coat over my back and tried to sleep. I couldn’t sleep at all, I kept waking to find a spider on me or dangling in front of
me.

I was so tired that I was unable to move and I was starving because I hadn’t eaten anything all that time. I couldn’t stand so I just had to stay where I was. I was going to perish if I didn’t eat anything so I had to eat bugs; I managed to convince myself that they didn’t taste to bad as well. I stayed their for years thinking, I could do nothing but think. I grew old and even more tired and after I had nothing to think about I rotted. Just rotted, waiting for the embrace of death.