— Good morning inhabitants of the island! We're kicking off this beautiful, beautiful, wonderful day with the sun shining on our heads and the frigid morning breezes hitting our faces. You know I'm Emmy, your trusted announcer broadcasting from Rowdy Acress for Power Radio on 94.24Fm. For today we have winds forecast with maximum speeds up to 20km/h in the morning and later for the rest of the afternoon a beautiful sunny day. It looks like after several cloudy days we will finally have the joy of seeing sunlight coming through our windows haha. For this occasion we have decided to start with all the acrimony by bringing you a very special song, one that not only contains a very catchy melody, but also has such deep lyrics that seem to want to convey a different feeling in each of its verses. Surely some of you are already imagining what it is about. This is Coral Chorus, courtesy of the coral comrades, a song that will undoubtedly touch your heart. It's 7:32 in the morning, very good morning!— The enthusiastic and jovial voice of the announcer was heard by all the radios in the area, giving way to a very catchy song, brightening up the mornings of those who woke up early, compensating them by delighting their ears with such a masterpiece. There was no one on the island who could not hear it.
On the outskirts of the woods such a song could be heard coming from deep within. Among all that green and lush vegetation, there was a small wooden hut. It had only one window between its four walls, and a door made of the same material with some imperfections in the carving, leaving visible slight undulations and some deformities in the knob. This hut was so deep in the undergrowth that the sunlight could barely filter through the small openings in the leaves and branches of the immense trees, illuminating its traditional triangle-shaped roof with a rather dim light. It was like being under the shelter of the clouds on a cloudy day, which gave it a relaxing and cozy aspect; however, despite the harmless atmosphere that surrounded it, that impertinent noise could still be heard in the distance. This clearly indicated that it was not coming from inside her. The bird, which was innocently attracted by the sound, remained perched on the branches of the surrounding trees, looking in all directions, searching for the source of the strange frequency that was beginning to creak in its ears, every now and then picking at the metallic feathers of its wings, combing them up and down with the help of its sharp beak colored in a bright gold.
After a few minutes that steel bird took flight emitting a howl similar to the song of a hawk but with a much more robotic tone, flew over the forest trying to locate and identify the origin of that frequency. After a while circling around the surroundings, a rather annoying whistle caught its attention instantly, swooping at full speed straight towards the shores of the island that was only a few meters away from the forest. The bird flew over the sand scattering it in the air as it flew close to it, due to the power with which the turbines integrated under its wings were spinning. The noise continued to intensify as it got closer to the top of a small hill that was right on the peninsula, that Hawk had reached a point where the sand began to disappear, leaving nothing but grass in its place, the bird did not know it but it was getting closer and closer to its target.
Finally when it reached the top it came across 3 trees of varying sizes, one smaller than the other. Their leaves were somewhat pale in color compared to the vivid hues of the forest vegetation, they were orange with a couple of yellowish tones at the tips and one or two with a more blackened color. In the middle was a small watchtower made entirely of oak wood and about 3 stories high. The stairs that surrounded it started from the foundation of the structure all the way to the top of the tower, where they ended and led to the entrance of a small hut that was located upon arrival, it was simple in its design, having 4 walls and a roof plus 2 large windows located on one of the walls, allowing the air to flow freely inside. The bird ended up perching on top of that neglected structure painted in turquoise colors, looking quite dulled by the wear and tear as a result of the passage of time, leaving some parts of the original color of the wood exposed.
The Hawk began to move its head from one side to the other, not stopping to observe the surroundings of the area because it had detected the origin of the frequency. It seemed to be coming from inside the hut, those high-pitched little voices singing to the rhythm of the music, accompanied by the cheerful melody in the background. The mechanical bird flapped its wings vigorously and at the same time the fans of its turbines began to rotate at full speed, flying over the guard post, trying to find a way to enter and thus once and for all put an end to the source of the noise.
After a couple of minutes, the animal managed to enter through one of the windows with its body. Once inside, it flapped its wings non-stop as it flew over the interior, until it managed to identify the source of the noise. A radio sitting on a small wooden table, the bird in its desperation approached it with great precision, comparable only to that of a drone, regulating the speed at which its turbines were spinning in order to grab the radio with its claws and then leave through the same hole through which it had entered, throwing the radio in the process, finally putting an end to its little martyrdom.
Bang!
A detonation filled the void of silence, the surrounding birds quickly flew out of the treetops. The Hawk fell slumped to the ground, with a broken wing and part of its chest cracked along with a bullet hole in the middle from the recent gunshot.
— Tch... What a bummer.— A scratchy voice was heard coming from the bush next to the surrounding small trees. The barrel of the gun protruded from its leaves and smoke from the detonation was still coming out of its muzzle. The burnt aroma of gunpowder could still be perceived present in the atmosphere.
The suspicious one lurking in the shadows stepped out from among the branches and leaves of the bushes, pushing them out of his way and cautiously approaching the remains of the bird. The figure had a ragged appearance, his clothes were stained with still damp earth, and he wore a scarf around his neck that covered part of his face. Upon arrival he stood for a moment in front of the curious bird-shaped artifact, watching her curiously as he pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt revealing part of his face, what stood out the most was a small scar on his eyebrow above his right eye.
— Mmh... What exactly are you, friend?— He narrowed his eyes at her questioning and with a raised eyebrow he bent down to examine more closely what it was, calling his attention to the white colors with golden details present throughout the body, along with its wings with blue gradients and especially the shape of the back where the power source of the contraption was located, a curious aspect that after a while of analyzing it he immediately understood what it was about.— Those colors...— He remained hesitant for a few seconds, narrowing his eyes more, he turned his head to both sides, looking around while he put his hand under his chin.— I guess you could be of some use, maybe I can get a couple of bars or maybe Mia can put you to good use.— Then he took off his backpack and put the remains of the strange artifact inside, when a sharp and distressed voice echoed in the distance just a few meters away from where he was.