Through the Storm

As the Roc flew home after an unsuccessful day of hunting, a strange storm blew up, seemingly out of nowhere. Visibility vanished and hearing was drowned out as clouds of a surreal greenish-grey surrounded the bird, odd silvery-blue lightning flashed and the wind lashed, rocking her from side to side. She shrieked in pain as the swirling winds pushed her feathers into positions they weren’t supposed to go, ripping some of them free from her wings and body and bending others completely backwards.
As used to riding the winds as she was, she suddenly found herself desperately fighting against them in an effort to survive. “These winds are absolutely unbelievable!” she gasped. The winds were like nothing she had ever encountered in her life, it was unlike even the worst storms recounted by the Elders of her kind.
Sensing a calm spot somewhere up ahead she drove herself towards it in the hopes of using the eye of the storm to regain her bearings. The winds seemed to strive to keep her out, but eventually she reached her goal. Diving into it, she froze in shock as all sensation vanished for a few seconds then came back in a rush as she emerged into clear skies and a calm breeze.
As she slowly recovered from the shock, she quietly whistled, “What happened? Where am I?”
Going up on her left wingtip she spun around just in time to see a strange disc in the air shrink and disappear. The disc reflected the strange green-grey of those storm clouds along with the silvery-blue of the lightning.
She continued to circle the area for a long while until weariness overcame her and she nearly fell asleep on the wing. Realizing just how dangerous that would be in an unfamiliar area she hunted for a place to roost for the night, planning on resuming her hunt for a way home tomorrow.
Spotting a mountain on the horizon she swiftly made her way to it and found a suitable ledge. With a lonely sigh she settled down to sleep. “I hope my mate and hatchlings are doing alright without me…” she thought as she dozed off.
The days turned into weeks as she searched for a way home. Often below her she would see fields full of quadruped animals near strange outcroppings. These outcroppings seemed to be dens of some sort of bipedal creatures she had never seen before. Those bipeds seemed to come in all sorts of odd colors and, even stranger, they changed those colors daily.
Gradually hunger overcame caution and she began hunting the quadrupeds. As she did so however, the bipeds seemed to react with a mix of fear and anger. They began banding together and fighting back with strange contraptions which shot sharpened pieces of metal and wood at her with enough force to penetrate her feathers and stick painfully in her flesh. Thankfully they barely penetrated the skin and so were more nuisance than threat. She muttered angrily as she pulled them free, occasionally squawking in pain as she pulled a particularly deep one loose, “What am I supposed to do? Starve? Those herds are the only source of food large enough to keep me fed, that I have found anyway!”
Quickly she developed a strategy to get to the herds without the bipeds getting to her… She would drop a large boulder with a crash to one side of their dens and then circle around low to the ground to the other side where the herds were. Generally the bipeds all rushed to see what had made the crashing noise and were gone long enough for her to get one of the quadrupeds and be on her way. This only seemed to make the bipeds angrier though.
Before long they began sending groups armed with those strange shooting contraptions to hunt her. Thankfully she could fly far faster than they could run, so staying ahead of them was no problem. Eventually however, one of them learned to fly…