High in the mountains, where the air was thin and the winds were strong, lived a great eagle with wings so wide they cast a shadow like a moving cloud. The Stone Wing Clan believed this eagle was the spirit guardian of the mountains. Its feathers were said to bring courage, and its cry signaled changes in the seasons.
A young boy named Oru dreamed of seeing this eagle up close. He had heard stories from the elders about how the eagle protected hunters lost in storms and guided travelers through dangerous cliffs. But no one had seen the bird for many years.
One morning, while collecting herbs on the mountain, Oru heard a high-pitched cry echo across the rocky slopes. He looked up and saw a shape circling above—a large bird, wings shining in the sunlight. His heart raced. It was the Great Eagle.
Oru followed the shadow across the rocks until he reached a narrow path. The eagle landed on a tall stone, its feathers glowing gold and white. Oru stepped closer, moving slowly so he wouldn’t frighten it.
Suddenly, the eagle screeched loudly and flapped its wings. Oru realized it wasn’t warning him—it was calling for help.
Behind a nearby rock, Oru found a young eagle tangled in a bush. Its wing was twisted, and it struggled helplessly. The Great Eagle swooped down protectively, but did not attack Oru. It seemed to understand that he meant no harm.
Oru knelt beside the young eagle. “I will help you,” he whispered.
Using a sharpened stone, he carefully cut the vines trapping the bird. The young eagle cried out in pain, but Oru gently wrapped its wing with soft leaves and bark, creating a simple bandage. The Great Eagle watched him with sharp, intelligent eyes.
For several days, Oru visited the young eagle, bringing food and water. The Great Eagle stayed nearby, always watching but never interfering. Slowly, the young bird grew stronger.
One afternoon, as Oru approached the nest, the young eagle flapped its wings and lifted into the air for the first time. It circled above Oru, screeching joyfully. The Great Eagle soared beside it.
Oru watched in awe. Then something unexpected happened. The Great Eagle descended and dropped a single long feather at his feet.
A gift.
Oru picked up the feather with trembling hands. He felt warmth spread through him—courage, strength, and pride.
When he returned to his clan with the feather, the elders bowed their heads. “The Great Eagle has blessed you,” they said. “You are now a protector of our people.”
Oru smiled. He knew the mountains would always be his home, and the eagles his friends. And from that day on, whenever the Great Eagle flew across the sky, Oru would look up and remember the day he became part of its story.
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