Flightless

She stood up in the run-down apartment, heaving and shivering in her sweater. Another day, she supposed. Better than the alternative. She gingerly opened the duct-taped curtains, grimacing in anticipation.

The curtains flew open and a bird crashed through, throwing all the glass shards onto the carpet. All the ice cold air wrapped her up in an ice blanket.

The bird said, "H-help me, Traveler!" as she died on the carpet. The traveler watched the ground drink up the bird's blood and smiled.

Finally, she was dead. If it hadn't been for her curiosity this would've never happened. But she had learnt too much and with a heavy heart he had order for her execution.

Aside with himself, the general locked himself away in his chambers following her death. How could he have committed such an atrocity against his own sister?