The Morning After
Dawn, the sun still behind the moutains, the sky still fighting between dark and light. The path along the road was still dark, but there was enough light to see the path clearly.
"Now this is a waste of a good shade!" - he thought.
He squezed his eyes to protect from the sun light, the sun made his usually black eyes shine with the golden reflection. He was now preparing to get on his way.
He yawned there, and started to stretch. Right arm down and a little to the back, left arm bent aup in the air. The sun now lowering over the road reflected on the left wing standing up in the air, the right wing was lower, so no light hit it.
He looked back at the road ahead, he saw in the distance a wolf attacking a sheep, it reminded him of te day before. He stepped forward, but anger took over, he hit a nearby tree with the side of his hand.
Some leaves fell around him, bouncing over his head, arm and wings.
"This is so unfair." - he thought - "I tried the best I could, but no good comes out of it, everything in my life still goes wrong. The near future has so many promisses, but somethings in the past still keep my mood down."
He started to walk again, but this time he used his wings to shield his face from the rising sun.
Wind blew strong, and his hair waved with it. Soon he'll arrive at the next city. It's going to be a long walk in the sun now, but the journey will seem much longer with hope and disapointment clashing inside him.
"This is so unfair." - he thought again.
And with his thoughts pouring he walked the curved road, leading to his next destiny, hoping for good things, and carrying a sad look.