Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin
Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

The ground level... when I thought of exploring the place it had always been with such a different image, with me older, flying alongside mother, exploring this big world we live in, but such sweet dreams only leave a bitter taste in my mouth now, all for naught, all for naught... all destroyed so easily, just like that.

"Here, drink some." He says, a pair of black eyes shining beyond the dark shadow the cover of the mask provided, a fleeing crimson glint provably caused by the fire illuminating his eyes for a second, but even if my mind and body are on guard somehow my surviving instincts prompt me to move and drink the water that is being served, the same way even a suicidal person eats and drinks to fill their basic necessities up, and as my parched throat is thankful for the fresh liquid after being mistreated by my screams and the drowning water from before, although my mind on the her hand is still in distress, my own thoughts from before when I believe I was about to die plaguing me as much as my reality at the moment.

And what reality was that anyway? I had nothing to come back to anymore...

"T-thanks." I barely manage to say with a distaff weak voice, but the lack of energy does not come from any of that, not the hunger nor pain, but from all the memories that play in my mind from before my fall, and all the sadness, grief and anger it brings with it.

And that lion... that demon man... they will pay for what they did, all for them, I swear.

If by a play of destiny I was to survive such ordeal in a tender age... them by all means I will make them pay, I will keep all this grief, this sadness, but above all this anger stored deep inside, and will fuel my revenge with this ever lasting emotions.

But for now, feeling very dizzy and deadly tired I lay down again, and once more the boy moves about and starts changing my bandages, starting with the deep wound made on my head, the one used to take my guiding crystal away, and the pain was just as great as the absent sensation the empty space left.

That prick lion, he had planned things ahead of time all along alright, pretending to be only faintly interested in having mother, hiding his obsession, his lust for power as much, but managing to have not only one but two armies to overtake the guard of the High Lands, and even more is the planning in the smallest details too as he has shown by taking my crystal away and pretending to spare me to gain mother’s grace and give her the faintness faith that I could still be alive and out there, and I knew it to be more than enough to keep her spirits alive even if for the smallest chance of seeing me again, but... well, the crystal is no mere trinket as every flying migrating creature has two of those gems at each side of the head, close to the ear, and would use them as a compass to guide them towards the places they needed to be, and that included the High Lands, the floating islands.

And beyond losing my earing on that side, I could already tell that things would only get harder as my sense of balance and direction is off, and I felt kind of lost in the space even in such a small place.

I won’t be able to find it, will I? My homeland, mother and everybody...

"Why so gloom? Things are not that bad you know? You could have died!" The boy says after pressing a new bandage lightly against my wound, starting to warp it in place.

I look even more downcast at that. Alive, what good is that going to do? Not only I lack the power, but now I cannot even protect myself, even more find where I am! How am I supposed to find mother and save her from that lion and his foul demons?

But of course my cold treatment does not stop the cheerful boy from speaking:

"What’s your name? My name is, uhm... well, you can call me whatever, but uhm... you here hurt pretty bad back then, I think some of your ribs are broken so don’t more around ok? These are a bitch to heal... There is no way to prevent you from moving the broken bones and injuring yourself more, and if one of them manages to puncture one of your organs... you may run out of luck".

He talks and talks, and yet I do not respond, to into my own mind to care really, and in the end the boy gives up and sighs, going about quietly.

And I cannot say that to be an improvement, for I can see that he is making a visible effort not to bother me anymore and speak his mind out.

But who can blame me for being impolite, even if towards my savior, after losing everything? My home, my family, my dignity, any prospects I had for my life, gone just like that, how I wish I could still believe that one day we would travel around the world, just mother and I exploring this vast earth, but in a matter of hours all our plans for the future were gone.

Gone, just like that.

I grit my teeth and fight against the tears.

Fate can be very cruel sometimes.