my siblings and i were scattered to the wind to protect us from those who would devour us before the light of day ever touched our fragile skin. thus we came into the world meek, lowly, fodder for many, the prey of all we encountered with no guidance to show us our potential but that born within. still we struggled, we strived for life. and hatching from our egg sacks we began to crawl about in search of that which would fill our needs. not all of us made it that far, but we few who did struggled harder and higher, into the very treetops searching for we knew not what along with our quest for food light and life. some were devoured in the tree tops, we are still prey for many and i have a feeling we always will be.
i have heard though that we will not always be as we are. i have seen some do it, and i know its what i want. i want to fly. we all want to fly, somewhen from the ancient past calls to us and we strive to get there.
i am on that quest, having filled my self full enough to last the immesurable time needed for the final transformation i locked my self within to make it a reality.

i will fly.