Struggling (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

           Call it a calm before the storm, an uneasiness even when it's quiet, too quiet. Thick was the tension in the air in that place and none were certain why. Whatever it's origins it would be made clear soon enough.

           In the peaceful place a fierce and surprising danger stared, locking eyes on it's targets, and hunting the once calm in a desperate act for a common need: the persistent struggling for food. The serene home suddenly erupted into violence and chaos in the fight to survive, to protect, and to overcome! A strike here, a block there, and the priority was set and made clear: protect the children at all costs. Back and forth for what felt as years danger and the protector fought their ruthless one on one engagement when everything shifted in the fight to live.

          Without warning the serpent threat was lifted into the air! Up and up and each attack against the feathered protector increased with frequency. One strike. One miss. Several close calls as grips on the slithering danger were almost lost. The weight was felt (both of the villain and the serious nature of the situation), in spite of this though the determination of this strong family defender was greater in the ascension! Higher! Faster! Up and up they went, all while the eyes of a lone parent and their children looked from below fearfully, hoping for victory over this sinister invader of their serenity. One more strike here, and another narrow miss there as the goal became clearer than ever: win. Each one fought with an intensity that surprised even themselves in each movement flawlessly executed to gain the upper hand and ultimately triumph. Clever moves were made in this battle of two different lives, two different creatures, two struggling natures that sought very different goals in the war to win.

         Having been here before in some distant past encounter the mama knew exactly what to do. The past merged with the present for that brief moment as an old strategy and lesson learned was brought to use once more in their present struggling. She opened her talons, prepared herself, and made ready her reflexes to move one last time, knowing full well what had once happened to her as a child; this time it would be different. The snake struck in a final ditch effort to win as he fell, in the attack he missed his more than ready target as his eyes caught sight of a scar on the lower half of this unbreakable mama bird. Falling out of sight, the mama flew down (at a safe distance) to make sure he was no more of a threat. His broken serpent body confirmed it, witnessed by a wise parent who even waited for any sign of evil rising again from him.

              Confident all was well, she flew back to her family all while struggling to calm her nerves as her world came into view again: her husband and children. Life isn't always easy or safe, but nothing worth anything, no one worth anything is, even when we are found struggling to live despite the scars received of an ill willed past that sought to destroy us.

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