Time passed. Now, the wing-seeker man has wings, but they are not as big as he saw in his dreams.
He had tried hard to get these black and thin wings.
The first feathers came out that night. That same day's morning he had thrown a group of powerless people into the mud by order of his master .
He had not slept all night in pain, not sure whether it was the pain of his newborn wings or his conscience.
But he murmured to himself, "I must have big wings, and then I will avenge everything for them. I will destroy these oppressive wingers, and then I will change the world. But I must strengthen my wings first."
He thought, "If my friend knew, would he joke about my thoughts?" But he was comforting himself and said it didn't matter. He didn't know anything. He never tried to change the world, so he didn't have a right to blame me."
The black-toothed man shouted, "Boy, get up. Where is your mind?"
The wing-seeker man stood up in shock and stood in front of the man.
The man said in the same fiery voice, "Tell me, boy, are these wings enough, or do you want to enlarge them?"
The wing-seeker man said, "I want to make them bigger. It's not much for my ambition."
The wing-seeker man's voice wasn't like the first time. You couldn't find any fear chords in it.
He talked with great self-confidence.
But the man laughed loudly, as he always did, with all the other wing-seekers.
His black teeth appeared, and then his golden teeth.He said, "Well done. So, the stage of putting mud on people's heads is over. You need something else. You know the streets of the city! Some people work day and night to earn their bread. Then a winger comes, targets it from the sky, and then takes it for himself. How much bread can you bring to me?"
The wing-seeker man froze. He found himself stealing bread from an old man while his friend and another guy, who thought wingers were happy, watching.
The man looked into the wing-seeker man's frozen eyes. He liked to laugh.
Then he said slowly, "Good boy, to do great things, you must have big wings. Everything doesn't go the way you like, but sometimes you have to go their way."
The wing-seeker man left the man, completely not understanding.
He said to himself, "He's right. I need the biggest wings. I'm doing great work. I'm changing the world. I'm restoring justice."
On the way, the wing-seeker saw a huge factory where wingers landed in groups from the sky and put their bread in it. The factory had so much stolen bread that it could not be counted.
The wing-seeker saw all kinds of wingers. Some of their wings were newly grown, and some had bigger wings, but what surprised him was he saw a winger with rather large, black, and shiny wings. When he landed on the ground, the other wingers cleared the way for him, but he brought the stolen bread to the factory just like the others.
Then he nodded to the man, and the man nodded as well and answered him with a smile.
The wing-seeker man flew into the sky with his new wings in the hope of getting some bread because he knew that if he came back without bread, his wings would be ripped out.
Every decision they made, they had to follow immediately.
He flew over the fairyland and saw the neighbourhoods he was very familiar with. He grew up in these neighbourhoods and played with other children. Playing was all he wanted. At that time, he didn't know what the wing was, and it didn't matter... But now things have changed a lot, or what has changed is not things but his thoughts.
He saw a young man working enthusiastically, slowly putting aside the little pieces of bread that people gave him instead of the things on his cart.
The wing-seeker man said to himself, "Well, anyway, this young man, even if his bread is taken away, has the energy to get another bread again."
The wing-seeker man wrapped a piece around his face because he was ashamed to be seen. ( In the end, he was doing all that for his big goal.))
He hid behind a wall, waiting for an opportunity to steal the young man's bread.
The young man looked very happy and satisfied with his life.
What he didn't imagine was that someone was in ambush for his bread.In the evening, the boy was collecting his things on the cart.
The wing-seeker man saw a chance, took his bread quickly, and He flapped his wings and didn't even look back because he was afraid the boy's face would become a nightmare for him.
He was drowning in anger and shame.
He looked weaker than ever.He arrived back, removed the mask in front of the factory, and put the bread in.
He saw a boy with a smiling face whose wings were a little bigger than his.
The wing-seeker man asked, "Why don't you cover up?"
The boy laughed and said, "Why are we wearing masks? Everyone knows that we are thieves. Brother, let me tell you something: No winged human flies in the sky of this country except for stealing and doing something else."
The wing-seeker asked, "What else?"
The boy said, "You may be new to stealing. If you have passed this stage, you understand. Or you can't afford it. So you will stay in this stage forever. But don't worry—your wings could still grow, but it takes a little more work. Like me, I'm not going any further."
The wing-seeker man said, "What else?!! Mud and stealing. What comes after those?"
The boy laughed, "It's not my duty to tell you. Goodbye. I hope to see you again."
The boy left, and the wing-seeker man was left in deep thought.
Then he decided to go and ask the man.
He said, "What else should I do after taking (he didn't like to say stealing) the bread?"
The man frowned without laughing and said angrily, "You haven't reached the point of asking big questions yet. Get out of here. And go to work. When you can't count the stolen bread, come back."
The wing-seeker man put down his head and left the place.
He didn't dare to repeat the question.
He continued to think about these thoughts till late evening but was afraid of what they might be. He was trying to forget them but couldn't.
He said to himself, "So did I, like that cheerful boy, have to keep continuing taking others' bread and not dare to take another step? It may take me more time to grow my wings, but it won't be a problem. I can do it. I'll try harder.But I want to change the world. That takes a lot of effort."
He was in those thoughts. His legs led him to a narrow alley. He came back to his senses with a scream.
He went near.He stood beside a wall and saw the black-winged man whom he had seen in the morning before he started stealing bread.
He was with other wingers with smaller wings, beating another winger.
Of course, not himself. He just ordered them.
He slowly and with an arrogant voice said, "Now. Are you ready to do that for me... ha, talk?"
The beaten winger said in a trembling voice, "I... I can't kill anyone... I can't do that."
The black-winged man gave a loud, unpleasant laugh. Then he said, "Then... you must die yourself."
In the blink of an eye, he took out a knife and stabbed it in the belly of the beaten winger. The poor man couldn't even scream.Then he cleaned the knife with the shirt of one of the other wingers and said, "Let's go."
After they had gone, the wing-seeker man quickly reached the wounded winger. When he saw it, he recognized him immediately. It was the cheerful boy.
The wing-seeker man said in fear and surprise, "That's you!!"
The boy replied, "Wha..t... what are you doing here? Go quickly... get out of here... if not, they'll blame you."
The wing-seeker said, "No, I won't leave you. I'll help you... okay?"
-"Stop, I said... go. No one can save me."
"No, don't say that. Look, your wound isn't that deep."(His hands were all bloody.)
The boy laughed uncomfortably. "Really? So my wound isn't that deep... I'd rather die than live in such pain."
-"Don't say that. I'm saving you."
"I... I'm not going to survive this. Even... even if I get out of this, they'll ask me the same thing and... and I'll have the same answer. But you... you save yourself. Go far from here. Somewhere, wings are not mentioned even in dreams."
"But where do I go? I want to change the world. If I go out of here, I will never be able to change this unfair world."
The boy smiled sadly. "Brother, we are a pillar of this injustice. How can we enforce justice? You know..."The boy coughed a mouthful of blood. It seemed the wing-seeker man had made a mistake in assessing the depth of the wound. However, the boy tried to finish his words. (He took the wing-seeker man's hand.)
He said, "You... you remind me. My friend and I, when we first came here, decided to change the world for the better, but... only became the same waste. I became a thief, and he became the one who could stab me so easily."(The boy said these words with tears in his eyes and regret for his past.)"So it's enough. Go. Don't fool yourself. The world will never change because of us."
The boy was completely exhausted, and his eyes kept closing. The wing-seeker man tried not to close his eyes, but it was too late. The boy murmured in a low and thin voice: "In fear of a mistake... We become a mistake."
Then he closed his eyes, and his hand fell from the wing-seeker man's hand, and he died.
The wing-seeker man—all he could do was leave this place sadly and quickly.
He knew that staying there would bring everything on him.He flew quickly and went very far. Without realizing it, he found himself standing before his friend's house.
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