When the walls were first constructed one hundred years ago, there was a king.
This king was compassionate, well loved by his people, but also a very serious character. He was creative with his situations, and it was his idea to eradicate the walls.
Despite how effective the walls were, he felt trapped, even if his subjects felt safe and sheltered. Often he would disappear from the castle to wander, and during his strolls he took to bird watching. Even if watching the birds caused harsh bitter envy to creep inside his weary heart as he watched the birds take to the sky, and fly freely over the walls.
It was on one such stroll that the king saw a pure white dove, sitting not too far from a much smaller, but equally as striking in color, jet black ebony blackbird.
The king did not know why, but he stopped to observe.
Doves and blackbirds were very common in the walls, but the pair before him seemed to call for undivided attention. Abiding to this strange sudden feeling, the king watched for hours, refusing to move from his spot even when his guard demanded his return on the behalf of the queen.
The sun had just slipped past noon when colorful birds, although their feathers seemed dull compared to the dove and blackbird's, began to swarm around the dove.
The king was shocked as the birds bombarded the poor dove relentlessly, teasing, hurting and shrieking at it. Before the king could move to intervene, the blackbird spread its wings, its size suddenly insignificant as it dove with grace into the fluttering cloud, scattering the birds. With angered screams, the blackbird drove away the other birds, forcing them so far that the king soon lost sight of them.
The king was astonished. From all the hours he had watched the blackbird and the dove, not once had the blackbird appeared daunting, and had barely peeped unless pestered by the dove for minutes at a time.
Watching silently as the blackbird flew back, the king was further surprised as the blackbird landed next to the dove, chirping at it softly as if comforting it as the dove nursed its stinging scratches. Another hour passed, and the king, tired but oddly feeling more at ease finally began his departure back to the castle.
Since that first encounter, the king began to regularly returning to watch the two birds, soon taking note to their differences and strengths. He learned one day just how strong the two were together.
He had been sitting under a tree, watching quietly when a large fox had leapt from the bushes. While the other birds scattered with frightened cries, the blackbird and dove stood their ground.
The fox had clamped its jaws around a flailing bluebird and was occupied with its caught meal, failing to notice the streaks of color quickly closing in on it.
All at once, the dove and blackbird attacked the fox relentlessly, forcing the fox to drop the bluebird in shock, allowing its escape. The king was astounded at the bravery of the birds, whose speed and grace seemed like a thing of stories. While the dove was perhaps far too daring for safety, it was quick and clever; its movements seemed like that of rage, inflicting heavy damage to the fox's pelt. The blackbird was more careful, avoiding the snapping jaws of the furious fox, instead going for area's left unguarded.
Just as soon as the battle began, it ended, and the fox turned tail and ran. The victorious birds flew back to their previous perch, and the king soon heard the blackbird's angered chirps, as if chiding the dove. The king smiled at the pair, he had long begun to think of them as not mindless animals, but perhaps human like.
That day, the king began to dream of the ability to fight back against predators that preyed the helpless, like how the two birds had thrown themselves into danger to save the bluebird from being eaten from the much larger fox.
