After being given to the white coats from her surrogate mother, Zorua became a traumatized child. She dreaded when the evil scientists would pluck her wings, and re pluck them when they regrew. She was in her own little underworld of pain and loss. When she first got to the lab, she was all alone. But then, more people like her, morphs, began to come and go. A entire ecosystem of morphs lived near her in cages and cells, according to their size.

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