Silver was falling. Surrounded by nothing but fog, she didn't know if a layer of snow was going to cushion her fall or her skull would be crushed against stone.
Her wing was broken, so there was no point in flying. Silver was just a child, only five years old. Now, her life ends.
Rest in peace, Silver. The brilliant, goofy, imaginative falcon who was raised by pure evil, but was hoping for redemption and wanted to start a new life in a new home with a family that loves her. Now, she's falling to her death.
But as she fell, all she could think about was the thought of those eggs back home with their families. At least her death wouldn't be in vain.

This is a story of love, family, betrayal, and heroism. This is the story of Silver, the Looping Legend.