People were cruel to the girl with chickenfeet. 'She's hideous!' they would cackle in her face.
'The poor, ugly thing,' others would whisper behind her back.
She bore it all with hunched shoulders and a leaden heart.
At night, she would stare at her feet and flex the long, scaly toes with their talons, and she would try to picture them smooth and bland and ordinary.
Every time she did, she grew a little smaller, choked by silence and shame.
She ripped off her sleeves and the humble wrappings on her feet and they saw not a girl with chickenfeet but a harpy as beautiful and terrible as a falcon.
She flexed the wings she had been trained to hide and the talons she had been told to hate as her cry went on and tears came to her eyes.
'Please stop,' they begged her.
And as the shriek died in her throat, she realised that her difference was power and that she should never have given in to silence.
Her reign began that day.
@vicorva Oooh, and then what happened?
@OldBrushNewPaper 😅 That's the end of the story, so that's up for speculation, I guess! I'd like to think that she becomes a champion for the bullied and outcast though. A scary, scary champion.
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