Father looked out from his perch on a jutting piece of bent-metal-rebar, surveying the progress which he and his family were making. They had been working for nearly twenty moonrises toward their goal, and finally the end appeared to be in sight. He oversaw the operation and was pleased with how far they had come.
The Brethren picked their way through the expansive field of rubble where once the giant-tower-of-evil stood, eager to be rid of the source of darkness. They turned every slab of break-claw concrete and moved it aside, quickly moving their way deeper into the gaping-always-hungry-belly of the beast.
The Sisters had been completing their share of work as well. With each piece of concrete removed, they zealously swept the stone clean with their beaks while retaining the purity of its form before relocating it to where nature could give it another purpose.
Father turned his head to look across the destruction that lay behind him. All of this land once was green and fertile. As a child, he had come here often to lounge in the branches of the sweet-friend-trees. Shortly after, however, the darkness-with-faces launched an assault that razed all the trees to the ground, leaving just an empty expanse of wasteland. Soon after that came the two-legs-power-hungry who built on top of the land, destroying any possibility of regrowth.
Red-shaking-anger began to surface, and Father had to look back upon his family and their diligence to calm himself down. Soon, he promised himself. The two-leg-heathens would pay for defiling this land, and the green would be present once again.
He jumped down from his perch and landed on the ground, his talons flexing on impact with the hard soil. Careful not to show weakness, he walked forward into the heart of the dig site. Here, he could sense the presence of the many-names-darkness as strong and fresh as ever he could, as if the last great-family-death-war had never ended. They were almost there, only a few more blocks of rubble barred the way to the terror-science-laboratory where the two-leg had worked with the darkness. There, he would find the two-leg and his gadgets, and he would destroy them. Never again would the darkness hurt his world or his family, and he would pay any price to make sure of it.
His rage and determination reached a tipping point as the Brethren prepared to remove the last piece of debris. Father felt shock-sun-power build up inside him, and he prepared to unleash wave after wave of destruction on the source of darkness.
The piece was lifted, and Father got a glimpse of what he was so eager to destroy. It was a small piece of glass.
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