Then the eagle turned to me and said, "Why do you think you cannot fly?"
I perked up, my beak picking nervously at white fluff, and whispered, "I'm afraid of falling. I'm afraid of the falcons that will swoop at me and chide me. I'm afrai-"
"Ah," He interrupted, "But you have not even tried yet. How do you know those things will happen?"
Pulling my eyes away from those stern, golden orbs, I shook my head, "I don't know if they will, but I am afraid."
The eagle smiled, all the knowledge in the world in that smile. He lifted a wing to show me the great canyon before us, expanding as far as the eye could see and beyond. As a child, I had always imagined soaring over them, but now that I was given the chance, I was hesitating despite all my dreams. When he spoke again, his eyes were in that same far off dream as he watched the sparrows fly over the stoney ridges below,
"Our Creator gave us wings for a reason, my child. It would be a shame to put them to waste up on this boring, old cliff with this boring, old eagle, no?"
"You're not boring,"
"Haha! But you agree that I am old!"
I watched his smile turned fond as he looked upon me once more and I put out a single talon to test the rocky ledge. The drop was steep, but the view was grand. My wings were shorter than his own and my eyes were not as trained, but as the wind took to my feathers and I felt my body be lifted on a breeze, I knew today was the day I would fly...