Towards the light

It was dark, very dark, and I never knew whether I had gone blind or whether the sun had abandoned this world. The perpetual darkness brought along with it a perpetual state of anxiety as well. I drifted in and out of sleep, I couldn't know whether it was day or night. Almost always I was awakened by the loud flapping of wings. Some great winged creature roamed the skies, and I could never be sure whether there were more than one. It's presence was ominous, and I remained as still as I could whenever I heard those wings. At times, for a fleeting instance I could see a flicker of light. However it would almost immediately be obliterated by this blanket of darkness. I gave up trying to figure if my vision was being restored, or whether the clouds had parted to give me a glimpse of the sun. Some beast howled in the distance, was he as lonely as I was?
I was constantly driven by the desire to run, but my fears prevented me from venturing too far. It didn't take long before I finally overcame them. I knew not why I ran, but I just did with all my strength. I only stopped when I ran out of breath, or when I heard the wings. They were everywhere and I couldn't escape them. Maybe they were as blind as I was, because no matter how close they seemed to be at times, when I remained motionless I went undetected.
There were days I fell and injured myself. I could never know how bad the injury was. The only indicator was the pain, when it dissipated I assumed I had healed. The silence as well as the cacophony of the darkness competed with each other to capture my mind with the grip of insanity. I resisted.
Then one day, my feet lifted off the ground. I stretched my toes as much as I could to feel the earth . But they couldn't. I didn't feel like I was falling, and I couldn't imagine I could fly. The flapping sound returned louder than ever and I couldn't hide. But unlike previous times, this time it did not subside. Then it dawned, the wings that displaced the air around them were mine. I soared into the darkness that the skies had become. When I looked down I could see silhouettes of my kind, I didn't know where they would fly to. I looked up and saw the same flicker of light again, it seemed a little closer this time.
The journey thus began, a flight in search of the light....