Only she could free herself. She longed for wings, to fly with the others. She searched the ends of the earth for the one who could teach her the spell, for she was a mere mortal and didn't seem to possess the power that those whom she admired did. The thought of being grounded for life was torturous but she didn't see a way up. Maybe this was her place. Maybe she was never meant to fly with the others but to walk. "That's what I'll do" she thought. "I will walk and I will be the most beautiful creature on two feet." The moment she surrendered, the most beautiful thing happened, she began to grow wings, no longer searching for a way to earn her freedom but realizing that it was found in surrender.