The Final Attack

"She can't see even the faintest trace of light. She barely registers the heap of coal-black feathers, eyes like abysses, and silver claws—a blur that churns her stomach with uncertainty.

She screams in terror, yet it feels as though her voice cannot be heard beyond the flock. They devour her sight, leaving her in darkness, unable to glimpse those precious rays scattered across the rugs ever again. To them, it is no more than biting into an apple, complete with the loathsome crack of fruit breaking beneath their teeth.

Blindness is utterly alien, something she had never wished for, and now it is hers.

Just like becoming the successor to her clan."