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"You ?”

The song, so perfect, so great, it sounds as great as the singers of Kuku. But there is no feeling, no warmth, no comfort.

”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A mocking laugh, deep and all encompassing, arrogant and imperious.

”Talk, child, talk. Lest the blizzard consume you.”

“Wha- What, do you want to know ?”

”Everything, child, everything. Let us start with something easy, shall we ? What is your name ?”

It already knows, you know that it knows, you had conversed with, with this monster.

“You know already.” You muster what defiance you can.

An amused scoff.

Suddenly, you feel pain across your entire body, your feathers, your beautiful feathers begin to shed, falling as you can feel your body underneath being ripped apart by cold winds, tearing and shedding your blood as you can feel your feet becoming frozen, each and every crystal of ice tearing your veins, ripping your flesh, breaking your bones.

You scream.
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The pained song you had been muttering finally comes to an end after what seems to be an eternity.

”Have you finally changed your mind, child ? Do know that your continued stubbornness shall only prolong your suffering and the suffering of those you had under your command.”

*My flock ?*

You raise your head, looking into the unnatural darkness all around you.

”What. Is. Your. Name ?”

“Brryhaui Shiheli Ciui.” Your song weak, the melody inharmonious, but you sing it still.

”Good. I am Odysseus, now we can have a proper conversation. Now, how many worlds do you inhabit.”

“Five.”

”How large is your fleet ?”

“The great flock numbers dozen more flights like ours, a hundred smaller ones exist also, I know not what the lesser flocks number.”

”Does your species split into factions ?”

“Yes, there are flocks of matriarchs, all flocks are related, sometimes flocks feud as all families do, but flocks all obey the great matriarch.”

”Do you have a map of your territory ?”

“The created singers house them aboard our flights. Look there.”

A contemplative hmmm escapes the monster’s lips.

”These matriarchs of yours, what sort of government do they form, what would be easiest way to make them capitulate ?”

You feel confused, what sort of question is that ? Your song clearly reflects that as you begin to speak. “The matriarchs are the matriarchs, we are their children. They make our nest and raise us all, while we, the strong, keep them safe.”

”Aristocracy and a close familial relationship. Understood.” Once more, you feel confusion. ”Ah, do you breed fast ? And how high is your population ?”

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