Redtail Rise everything's not lost

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The moon hung low in the sky this night.

The boy poked his head out from the den and stared at it. He was proving to be the restless sort.

For many nights, as the days grew warmer, he could hear what sounded like birds chirping. Odd sorts of birds. Odd birds that made odd sorts of noise. They sung to him every night, all throughout the night. 

They chirped and chirped and chirped and chirped—

until he couldn't resist the temptation. 

Curiosity beckoned him out and held his hand through the darkness.