Every year that passed made her a happier person. Every year, she realized that the place she had called home for so long wasn’t really a home. Just the place that, in her great grandmother’s words, she would grow her feathers so in a future home, she could spread her wings. When she was torn from that home, she was devastated, but now, she doesn’t miss that place. She misses nothing.

Except, she misses the friend who helped her to discover she even had wings. The laughs, the jokes, even the fights, she misses them all, because without her friend, she never would’ve gotten to where she is today.

Years passed with communication to this friend and this friend alone. After what seemed like forever, she was surprised to find that a few of her former friends were trying to contact her. At first, she was excited. But slowly, ever so slowly, she saw what her former home had done to them. They were no longer the people she grew up with, but horrible, wicked people, changed by the rottenness of their home. Their pictures and their words to her brought tears to her eyes as she desperately tried to reach her friend.

After long hours of travel, she found her friend. They hugged, and laughed, and smiled, and she was glad to see that her friend was untouched by the evil that was. But as they talked, she saw that although her friend was not evil, the evil was starting to affect her, and it made her sad that her friend had to live in a place like that.

Before they parted ways, each to go to their homes thousands of miles apart, she hugged her friend tightly. “Somehow, one day I’ll rescue from this place, and take you somewhere you can fly. I promise.”