The Flight to Freedom

His wings shone brighter than a full moon, nearly as blinding as the noon day sun. She crouched down in the shadows, fighting her instincts to run from the whiteness. To hide. To get away from the winged human -an angel- she'd heard it called, chained to the ground.
She edged forward, tense, ready to back away at the sound of her master coming back.
He looked up suddenly, his bright blue eyes latching onto her. She froze. forgetting to breathe as she fought the terror that rose up in her. This angel wasn't like her master at all. Different. Scary in another way. She'd been so quiet but somehow he'd heard her, had looked up. This, this was dangerous. She should run, she should. His eyes warmed suddenly, like the honey treat she'd been given long ago. "You shouldn't be here." He said quietly. His voice barely carrying to her sensitive ears.
She chewed on her bottom lip, nodding in agreement. She shouldn't be here. But neither should he. He was not meant for the ground. "Nor you." She managed to say. Human words were unfamiliar to her. The master had not seen it fit to teach her how to say them, only to hear them and obey.
His eyebrows rose. "You talk."
She gave a half shrug, looking over her shoulder. No she didn't. But apparently she'd said the right words. Edging closer to his chains, too close to him for comfort, he could kill her this close; she pulled out the key from a tangle of her hair. Hidden in plain sight. Always the best way to do hunting. She'd watched. Observed. She knew what to do. The key made a satisfying click as she turned it, opening the chains on his ankles. Open chains. Freed Angel. Danger for her. She darted backwards, to avoid contact with him, as he stood, wings spreading to their full extent.
"Go." She managed, ushering him upwards. "Go. Go. Go." He had to leave. She had to leave before the master discovered her treachery.
He darted forward before she could blink, grabbing her into his arms. "Not without you." He said, clamping a hand over her mouth before she could yelp. He jumped into the air, wings flapping strongly.
She let out a muffled shriek. No! No! Not off the ground. Too high too high! She cowered into him, clinging onto him as tightly as she could, burying her head against his chest. Too high, she would fall, she would not do well. Why was he taking her!
"You don't deserve to stay there either, little one." He whispered into her ear. "You'll be better off elsewhere."
She didn't believe that. To be away from the master was death! She'd had that knocked into her head hundreds of times. He was condemning her to death!

-Inspiration from a partial song lyric "an angel chained to the ground" heard on the radio.