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It was a long time ago. I had a beautiful pair of wings. The full span was more than twelve feet. They were full of glorious red, green, and blue feathers. A single feather was about a foot long. One day I was flying very high in the sky, over an island somewhere in the eastern Mediterranean Sea and I looked down and saw spot of scarlet in a courtyard below me. It was the palace of the Phoenician King. I spiraled down in large circles until I saw a young woman sitting by herself in the sun. I knew from the color of her dress, she was a princess, the King's oldest daughter. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I spread my wings wide and settled down before her. She was very scared and thought I was either an angel or a demon. I assured her, I was only a man, but a man with an incredible pair of wings. She did not believe me, so I pulled one of the blue feathers from my right wing tip and gave it to her. In her hands, it looked like any other feather and she calmed a bit. She asked what it was like to fly and I offered to show her. I wrapped my arms around her, just under her breasts, spread my wings and flapped furiously, showing off just a bit. I could carry her and more with little effort. I showed her all the usual tricks, rollovers, loops and free falling through a cloud. When the wind shifted, I heard a sound, which made me worry.

Our flight turned out to be a bad idea. The princess had been promised to the oldest son of the Pharaoh of Egypt and it created an international incident when she could not be found. There were trumpets and bells ringing somewhere below. I swooped down to see the Kings Body Guard searching the city, obviously looking for my passenger. I wasn't really worried, because if they were looking for a princess, why would they be looking in the sky. In the center of the city square, I spotted the King and he was holding my feather. It was if the feather itself betrayed me. He looked up and straight at us. Wings or no wings, when the largest army in the world is looking for you, there are few places to hide. I tried to make it to the east, hoping to reach India, but one night the Princess and I were captured while we slept. The King was going to kill me outright, but the Princess begged him to spare me, so he had his Guardsmen hack my wings off. On rainy days, the scars still hurt.


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