Sometimes she wondered if life would have been easier if she had never been found, if she had stayed in her little world that never went further than the edge of the trees and had absolutely nothing to do with humans.
Or anything with only one form.
Beings that had one form and were able to sweet talk you into leaving your own home behind were trouble, just like her brother had always said.
Nothing good will come from the humans, little sister. He would admonish her whenever she wanted to hear more about what little he knew about the strange creatures that would seldom come to their little corner of the world.
She wished she had listened as she moved slightly and the sound of chains was the only reply to the movement.
Written for this week’s FreeWriteFriday prompt. Also the latest part of my Phoenix ‘Verse.