I am Shail, a male harpy. My body appears human, but I have wings and am far from human. My flock and I are peaceful jungle creatures, yet men hunt and kill us. This, I do not understand. I am told I am not real, but a fantasy being created in a woman’s mind, and my story, Flight of the Golden Harpy, was drawn on the dead white leaves of a thing called a book. This world of mankind is a mystery to me, since I feel real, can smell and hear all life in the forest and see the colorful trees. I would relay more but must fly. The deadly hovercrafts come. Although young, I am the leader of the harpy flock and defend its fledglings.