.Silent Flight.

-4-

I hung my bow over my shoulder and grabbed my newly carved out staff, heading to the.... Squawking noise?

As I approached I ducked behind a tree as I heard the growls of wolves, peeking out from behind the trunk.

It was a small pack of four wolves trying to eat a baby wyvern, it was slightly smaller then a normal cat, huddled in the corner created by two big boulders.

I tsked, I knew I was wasting my time here, let the pest die if its mother doesn't get back to it.

But it looked at me, its right eye clawed over, the wound looking infected.... Blinding it in one eye.

And its tail.... It was lacking the flight fins, nothing looked amiss so it was born like that, without the ability of flight.

This means.... It was abandoned.... Left alone.... Shunned by its family...

I sighed heavily, whistling at the wolves.... Just what am I doing?

They growled at me and the nearest launched first, I whacked it on the side of its head hard with the end of my staff,  kicking the animal as I hopped closer, in front of the wyvern.

I whistled sharply at the wolves, hitting the staff hard on the ground, trying to seem more menacing then they were.

I harshly whacked the muzzle of the wolves when they tried moving closer.

I was lucky it was just a small pack or they wouldn't have given up so easily and left after a few more whacks and kicks to the ones getting near enough.

I sighed, and now?

I turned to the small wyvern, it tried hissing at me.

(this but much smaller, like a cat as she 'said')

I raised my staff, ready to break its neck, put it out of its misery and keeping it from becoming a danger if it somehow grew up as it shrank back.

....

Come on there is no other way... Why can't I bring myself to do it? Just stop looking at me with those eyes.... Stop it...

....

I dropped the staff, it fell behind me on the ground.

I kneeled down and reached slowly towards the little being.

It flapped its little wings to try to scare my hand away.

I yelped as much as I could as its tiny but razor sharp teeth bit down on the side of my hand, digging in deep before I yanked it back.

I hissed in pain as I held my hand watched the blood flow, making a loud hissing sound at the baby, it seemed to take as a reprimanding sound, good.... Fucking gods.

I popped the button on my hip pouch as I sat down crisscross and pulled a roll of bandages out and a few herbs I kept in there in case it was needed.

I didn't have a mortar in the forest so I needed to use my teeth to grind the leaves into a paste, I wasn't ecstatic to be rubbing spit in my wound but the plants ability to cure infections should help, I then wrapped it up after I rubbed it on.

I tied a tight knot and sighed, I am wasting my time here.

I looked at it and it recoiled with a hiss and sighed again, I can't just leave now, I am already in too deep, I watched the sky turning orange through the leaves.

I opened my pouch again a rolled up another plant into a ball and put it in my mouth to do the chewing up all over again and ripped a piece of bandage before pulling out a piece of cow jerky, dried and salted meat, tearing a part off it and throwing it to the wyvern.

It first didn't trust it before smelling it and eating it, there we go, I threw a piece a bit closer to me, it was following the food.

I dropped the last piece near me and it came to get it.

I snatched it up by the neck and stuck it under my armpit to keep it from trashing around with its wings and held the back of its head so it didn't bite me again as it screeched, this is for your own damned good!

I rubbed the plant over the infection around its eyes, I am now sure it is blind and tied the bandage over it, there we go.

It was trying to get away but I didn't let it as I stood up and grabbed my staff, a freaking baby wyvern just stashed under my arm.

I jogged to the gate of gods again, having seen a hollowed out tree bottom near it.

I let go of the baby when I set it down near the old unused hole and it hissed loudly, lifting its wings to try appear more threatening, I hissed back at it since I could make that noise.

It closed it wings back up and dove to hide in the hole when it noticed it.

I sighed yet again with a nod, turning to walk home but casting a glance back at the dark hole.

That night I had finished cleaning the skull and set it up on the wall in my room, over my bed.

I couldn't sleep, spending a lot of time sitting on the bed and staring at it at candle light.

I tilted my head to the side while observing it before pulling out my notebook and just grabbing one of the many pieces of charcoal I had laying around on my table, sketching out what I remembered the baby to look like.

I started at the image, hovering my hand over its right eye and missing tail fins before my hand came to rest over my left eye that was usually covered with an eye-patch as it drifted down over the three scars across my throat, I looked from the drawing to the skull.

I closed my fist and rested it on my lap.

My mind was made up.

I cannot let it die.