Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin
Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Chapter 30

And things go down south fast as they manage to get worse, far worse, as they usually do for, in the end, no matter how bravely we fought for our lives, no matter how much fight we have in ourselves, how much strength and resistance we put into it like our lives depended on it, for they might as well do, some things are not meant to happen no matter how much we wish for, no matter how much we struggle against it, so even when mother tries to snatch me away, Heavenclaw is bound to not let us go this time around.

He is dead certain to ends things today... and I am certain we would not like the plans he had for us.

And if that tattooed demon and his mob are already enough to give us trouble as is if they were the only ones in the play a small army of feline griffins and lowly demons that could trap us round and around followed soon behind the two strongest creatures, so many watchful faces that they blended in into a unison of smirking preying glinting eyes individuals.

So, no matter how desperate mother fought, no matter how much we tried, in the end, the river cannot flood the mountain.

Confusion, chaos, blood and soil raised like dust from the ground, overflowing the scene with their stench, mocking laughter sounding from our audience that curled my stomach in disgust and fear for our destiny if this is how they saw us as, cheap amusement bellow the slightest of concerns and not worthy of a shred of mercy.

"No! Please, I beg of you, don’t kill him!" I can hear mother screaming, begging, sobbing somewhere, despair coating her voice and making her disregard her own image by pleading, but after being manhandled and tossed like a bag of potatoes, weighing nothing to a grown up lion griffin, I could barely open my eyes at that point as blood oozed out freely from my forehead, soaking my once white fur and mixing with the soil and dirt, the result of being throw around by the demons as a plaything before I end up back at Heavenclaw’s paw, a roar giving him the final say at my destiny as I stopped reacting to the kicks hitting me, strength leaving my young body at the speed the blood oozed out of me, for only then, when unable to break my spirit he managed to break enough of my body, he gave himself satisfied to have the final say by putting me under his paw.

I could feel the grip of his claws getting tighter as I start to feel more than light headed, wheezing between broken ribs to get air in, bashing my young paws at him to no avail in a last attempt of fighting back, knowing far too well that this may as well be the end of me.

But that knowledge only gave me renewed strength not to survive only but to keep my spirit alive as I understand mother feelings from before and I intend to hold to it until the end, as they can try over and over again to break my body, but I won’t allow them to break my spirit until the very end!

But the lion knows that, if we wants to break mother, if he wants to control her, all he needs is to use me for I am her weakness, and far more useful alive and held hostage against her, but that only if he can control his hatred against me, that is.

"He is my ’son’! Please! If anything you say you feel for me is true then let him go!" I can hear the despair on her voice, but I myself cannot even master another chirp out of my beak, my vision going dark from the pressure of his paw on top of me, right over my small lungs that were already struggling to get air in without him putting his weight to it, the terror growing and spreading even more, not only from the pain but from the despair mother is displaying.

And at that point I truly believed.

Believed that this is how I die.

That everything is over now.

And in despair I remember thinking at that point that I was sorry, that I should have listened to her, should have been more careful, that the world can be a very dangerous place indeed, and that I should have been stronger for her the moment she needed me the most, for us, for the both of us.

But the only thing I could ask for her now is her forgiveness.

For not being enough when she needed me the most.