Fiction: Group 4
“But, mother… please!” she continued to beg, clasping her hands together and looking up at her mother
with large eyes. “The eagle looks so pretty, and… and I’ve never seen one, too!”
And as if the eagle had heard the young girl’s pleas, it hopped a few steps closer, cocking its head to the side
and studying both figures with intelligent eyes.
Cecelia gasped in amazement. “Look, mother, it just came closer to me!” She turned to look at her mother,
a smug smile making its way onto her face. “I bet it heard me and came to me to play.”
“Cecelia,” her mother started in a warning tone. “Come back here.
It’s time to go.
”
Cecelia huffed angrily, ignoring her mother’s comment as she extended an arm out, inching closer to the
bird for it to hop onto.
“No, Cecelia!”
Her mother screeched in alarm, rushing towards Cecelia and knocking her backwards just as the eagle took a
few steps forward.
The sudden sound startled the eagle, and it let out a screech of its own, flapping its wings threateningly
before flying off into the distance.
The mother turned to Cecelia angrily. “What were you thinking?
You could have gotten hurt.
”
Cecelia huffed, ignoring her mother’s comment. “What do you know? I was doing perfectly fine, but then
you had to come and ruin it all, no thank you to you.”
A flash of hurt crossed her mother’s eyes, before quickly being replaced with more anger than before. “You
never know about these birds! They’re wild! They’re unpredictable! Do you want what happened to your
uncle to happen to you? I love you, Cecelia, you know that. Why do you always like making me worry
about you?”
Cecelia kept quiet for a while before looking up at her mother timidly. “Sorry… But… what happened to
uncle?”
Her mother sighed. “Well, I suppose I may as well tell you. It’s about time, anyway. You should know what
happened to him after all these years…”
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“It had been raining in the village for over weeks. I woke up every morning to the same old bleak, foggy
morning, until one day, I didn’t.
“It was a quiet, peaceful day. The birds were chirping, singing songs to each other, and the wind was
breezing by the flowers in the garden. It was absolutely magnificent. What could possibly go wrong on such
a beautiful day?”
“I left the house early that day. There was this air of mystery around the village. It was magical. There were
also children jumping around excitedly outside, and the adults were chatting to each other with happy
twinkles in their eyes. Your grandfather… he was a very strict man, but on that one day, he was smiling too.
“I was happy too. I knew that something special was going to happen to the all of us. So I asked your uncle
if he wanted to come play with me in the fields, because it was a wonderful day, and he, surprisingly, said
yes.
