A figure ran through the forest, into a small clearing. What they were running from was unclear, but it must have been threatening. The figure turned its head around, looking for something-- undoubtedly the thing that was chasing it. "Go away... I'm not coming..." They huffed out a breath as they tried to catch it. "with you!" It eventually ended.

Suddenly, the figure collapsed. Wings unfolded from behind its back and encompassed it in soft, strong ivory feathers. Nothing came after it, but it could be seen that the figure was injured. Scratches on its arms and scrapes on its back; something had hurt it.

Another figure came along and gasped at the sight before it before running over to the other figure and checking for a pulse. It sighed in relief as it felt the familiar movement signaling life beneath its fingers.

The first figure seemed to have been injured but was otherwise okay. That was good. That said, it looked like someone or something had been hurting it.

The second figure carefully lifted the first figure onto its back and ran to its base as quickly as it could. As soon as it got there, it called over its friends and told them to come quickly.

As the others arrived, it told them what it had seen, and one of them started work on a concoction that might heal the stranger in question. Then, they left the room and started talking to their friend about the symptoms.

It was one week later when the first figure awoke and could be heard coughing. All of them rushed into the room, and one of them ran out a minute later. They went to fetch Doc, a friend of theirs. Then, true chaos awoke.