Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin
Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33

As my previous home vanishes from sight I’m left to discover just how high in the skies we were, looking over the clouds whooshing by as I try to make myself bigger and turn around to increase my resistance in the air and slow down my rapid fall, stretching my wings out and feeling that this young body of mine is taking a beating from the wind, the pressure pushing against all my wounds and threatening to rob my conscious away but the adrenaline rushing is barely managing to keep the pain and darkness at bay.

I watch in a panic as the ground grows bigger and bigger, approaching too quickly, the rapid wind buzzing high on my ears and the lack of air adding to my dizziness, plus trying to stop my fall brings new pain as the strength of the fall and the high speed that everything goes sore and shuddering terror sweeps over my limbs as I manage to panic, losing even more precious seconds in the process, but keeping my cool in that circumstances was too much, even for me.

Only that, some part of my brain is still awake enough to assert the situation, jolt me awake, knowing that if I lose consciousness now I’m good as dead.

"Your wings! Use your wings! S-spread them!" I hear some familiar voice scream over the wind, but beyond not even managing to look their way with the cutting wind over my young eyes and clouds all over passing at rapid speed I can barely see as is, my blurry vision threatening to be overtaken by a creeping shadow at any moment, but at least I hear their advice and spread my wings wide, hissing in pain when the force of the wind hits my wings square, pushing them back with strength.

It takes me more than a few times to stabilize, turning and twisting and rolling like a bag in the wind, too many times as I ended up being carried away by the force of the airstream, extending one wing too much had it being pushed more than the other which made me turn and twist like a leaf caught on the breeze.

Far too close to the ground already I force my wings to stay still and work like a parachute to ease my fall, only that with no experience and such a small body already falling at high speed for so long, without even counting the wounds, once I reach the ground I’m still at a speed that would have my organs crushed down in no time.

Only that, by a play of fate, I end up falling inside a small river inside a forest, hidden between the foliage that hits me in the face, and flowing rapidly down the mountain.

But no relief can be found on hitting the ground floor safety as I and far for safe yet and have to fight to survive against the cursing waters, my feathers soaking in and my wet fur weighing me down as I try swimming up, small paws grasping, only for the ruthless surface of crashing waves and running water to push me down once more without much of a second to breathe in, lungs burning, adrenaline rushing, and yet the calmness of the deep calling to me, lullabying my mind to its bottomless in the embrace of its eternal stillness, never to feel pain again.

And the temptation of giving up rising every single time I’m pushed back down, growing tired by the second, my strength leaving me only for a rush of anger and strength to push me up once more, and the air to come and keep me alive for a little longer, seconds at a time, a thin line to be crossed as I hover in between the surface and the below, between life and death.

In that chaos, as all my strength is going into trying to keep me afloat, at the moment my paws finally hit solid ground and scrawl me out of the water, at the point that my small body has no more strength left and, with the remaining steps that barely manage to drag myself out of the water, I finally caved in and pass out cold, the last thing I feel is the warm sand against my cheek and twin water lines radiating from my face that did not belong to the river.