FREEDOM

It was the second morning of the battle and Mr Bran was travelling with a cart full of birds. He had left just before dawn and he kept charging the horse to ride faster, he was going to use the birds to create a distraction at the war front.
It was all part of the plan set up by the Grand Commander of the Queen's army.

When he got to the battlefield, there was no need. He saw the grand commander rejoicing and around him, the soldiers danced on.

The battle was already won.
"How did it happen?" he asked. "We decided that to minimise bloodshed, each camp should select their bravest warrior to fight for them in a duel. Our great commander took charge and gave us victory"

It was a beautiful story and even though he had suffered so much to gather the birds, Mr Bran knew it was time to release them and he was pleased.

He went round the cart to open the lock. It was as though the birds were itching to emerge from captivity.
The moment the lock was opened, all the birds flew into the sky as though trying to occlude his view of the moon.

The sight was beautiful, there was freedom for the Queen's men and for the birds. Mr Bran was happier than most.