The Shadowed Trap
The valley was really quiet after what happened to the emerald eagles. The emerald eagles were. It was a terrible thing. Their broken wings were, over the ground. The feathers were shining in the morning light. They looked like pieces of glass. Each feather reminded me of the thing that had happened. There was smoke and dust in the air. It smelled bad because of the blood and the burned rocks. The emerald eagles were beautiful. Now they were gone.
