Once upon a time in a parallel dimension came a people to our Earth. They had prancing legs and bird wings and chirped away mockingly whenever they saw us. They always cooed us into letting them near just until they pecked away at our very souls. And whenever one would feel threatened by us cursed to walk the earth, it would simply fly away.
The leader of these strange people's name was ungiven, but nonetheless held in sovereign. They wore red and blue and polished their beaks with solid gold. Their meals would involve bountiful feasts and loads of wine. Whenever the sun was out, they were soaking its rays, whenever it went down they hunted.
The visitors were a strange folk, until one day one of their kind mated with a native woman. A child is born afterwards with bright hair and golden eyes, and was an avid dancer right out of the womb with a voice like butter. This dancing golden man pranced around the village telling the crowds how bountiful he was a lad and how none other could compare. Such was the arrogance of his self that he decided to brag until one day another man came and shot him in the back.
People would rather kill people because it resembles themselves, than because they resemble anything else.
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