Hatchinglings - Finding SRP

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She padded aimlessly through the Barrens. She didn't know why she was there. She just wanted to move, to have an excuse to do /something./ At first, she heard nothing. Silence floated over the cracked ground as usual. It was only when she paused, mid-step, did she here the slightest mew. The quietest plea. She should have walked away. She should have let them decay. Anything but keep going. But she did. Her ears pricked, eyes scurrying over her surroundings. She head it again. Swiveling around towards a rock that lay a couple fox-lengths away from her left, she paused before slowly approaching it. They must have sensed her, as the sound vanished from the air. She should have left it alone. She should have flown home. Anything but keep going. But she kept on, slowly lifting her head to look over the rock. The oldest, she assumed it was, met her gaze, orange eyes sparkling not with fear like she would have expected, but with determination instead. The other three simply stared, huddled around one another, looking at her with curiosity. The oldest bristled, almost bearing his teeth in a snarl before she choked the sound from coming out with a simple glare. He backed away, but shuffled closer to his siblings, meeting her glare as if daring her to try and touch or harm them. "Who are you?" She asked, trying to make voice sound gentle and soothing but it came out flat and uninterested. "Oh. We don't have any." The gray feathered one chirped, leaning on her brother, his eyes covered by his head fluff. Abandoned, she assumed. How they had survived this long, she was unsure. She shouldn't have talked. She could of walked away. Anything but keep going. "Parents?" She asked, eyebrow raised and the oldest reluctantly shook his head. She didn't ask if they were dead or had simply deemed the four worthless and left. She should have left. She should have said it for the best. Anything but keep going. "Who are you?" The gray feathered one asked hesitantly. She didn't answer. Only nod and gesture with her wing. They looked hungry and tired. Anyone would have done the same. She couldn't blame herself. How would she have known she wasn't ready? Common sense probably. Maybe it was a wake up call. Maybe it was supposed to happen. Maybe the universe finally wanted her to wake up, to grow up, though that was the last thing she wanted. Sometimes you can't control what happens. The universe is a strange thing. It doesn't bend to your will, no matter how much you want it to, no matter how much you need it to, it does what it wants. It hurts to let go. But it hurts more to hold on. You can't control what happens. Sometimes you just have to accept it. Maybe someday she'll realize that. Maybe someday, she'll stop holding on so tightly to the past. When that someday may be, it's not up to her. And that's okay.