Story

A Fox god roams high above his forest home, gliding across twilight and stardust, taking freedom by his side, and passion in his eyes. Noticing a small, commonly insignificant and overlooked Starling struggling to stay in flight, He jumps down and catches the small bird on his back, taking him back to his moonlight-bathed home. "Why do you struggle to fly?" the Ignorant Fox asks. "I struggle, because i was hurt by the other birds, and i did not wish to fight them." the bird replies, showing the fox her missing feathers, lightly dribbled in blood. "Why did you not fight?" The fox asked, intrigued. "Because i was protecting something.." The Starling quietly said, on the verge of little Starling tears., as she moved her other wing, revealing a small, featherless chic, just born. "you see, my chick hatched too soon, and the other birds tried to kill him..and i fear that they may have..." no longer able to speak, the Starling begins to sob uncontrollably. The fox, looks down at this chick, and silently, feels his heart ache and wrench, just as the mothers is, as he whispers to the mother. "This chick is so very special...i can feel it...and it saddens me that he is just recently passed....however....i can save him...Is this what you want?". Quietly, try as she might, only manages to chirp out a sob-ridden "Yes" before losing all restraint, crying uncontrollably. "Then i will do so," Said the Fox. "I will do so, but he will not be your Chick anymore...I will give him new life in my stead, with wings that will enable him to fly higher than any bird, legs faster than any cheetah, and your heart....He will be your Kit...". With a smile, The Fox layed around the breathless chick, encompassing them both. "With my last breath, i give you your first...You were born a Chick...but destiny chose you to live as a Fox...You have great power, and even greater potential....But with you're mothers heart, i hope you can choose a path to reach your dreams, in this vicious world...if anyone...You can....You......My Kit....". With a flash of light, the Baby fox's lungs expand, taking its first breath. The mother Looks down at her child no longer a bird, yet, not just a fox...With a deep bow, she looks toward the moon wiping her tears, thanking the Fox for his selfless act, then looks back at her son. The blessed. The living. The Fox with wings...