Rey De-Heavens (English)

1.4

"Why should I refuse to satisfy this curiosity that has suddenly come upon me?" he asked himself.

And so, forgetting for an instant all that was going on around him, he tasted the liquid left by his fallen enemy.

In a single sip his heartbeat calmed down, with this he was able to think more clearly, smell, see and breathe better. The wounds on his skin also partially healed. His fangs increased in size. He felt less tired, the enormous burdens he was carrying no longer seemed significant enough to crush, stop or hang him. From his back the slumbering, malformed muscles of two wings awoke to the point of wanting to come out.

At the precise moment that Rey got his tongue covered in someone else's blood, he felt that his body triggered functions he had never known before. But the internal mechanisms were always with him, they were part of the nature inherited from his mother, only that until now they had remained dormant and someone else's blood was the key that turned them on and made them work so to speak.

Although he was amazed, even more was the concern he felt for his friend herself that compelled him to return to the moment. Rey threw two questions into the air that undoubtedly held more importance:

"Where are you! Can you hear me?".

The little feline, as soon as he heard his name being called, decided to take advantage of every exhalation he gave in order to make his vocal cords vibrate, even though they were weakening with each passing moment.

Rey moved closer to where the crying was coming from. Close enough to kneel down and hold out his hands, he examined his companion and immediately drew conclusions.

"He's breathing faster than normal," he said to himself as he felt the heat of a wound and several exposed organs. "He's in pain. He's in pain." Rey tried not to move the small body. "He's not responding to me anymore...he's dying. No, no...no. No. No!".

The infant, ever the optimist, was now thinking of the worst-case scenario, but it all made sense in his head. He had won an impossible fight, without fighting or having the conditions. Life had the right to claim something in return for his unearned fate.

....

Drawn by the unimaginable, never-before-heard whimpering of the little one she was chasing, between the body of the beast and the rocks at the entrance to the cave, an intangible shadow poked its head out. There she was, not life, but the one who in a certain way opposed her and was dressed in black. Curious, she looked inside with her violet eyes, as if to confirm what her ears could not believe. The small shadow that hid a dagger between the robes she was wearing did not know how to react, nor how to comfort someone who was suffering. She was also too shy to attract attention and reflexively disappeared from the place, as soon as she perceived being detected.

Gritting her teeth to the point of grinding them, Rey knew she could not let herself be entertained by unimportant things when she still had to find a solution for her companion's condition. Atypical as the situation was, more darkness at the cave entrance posed no threat, nor did it help. The little boy, directing his attention to the one who needed it most, with a left arm movement pierced the palm of his opposite hand with a piece of the broken spear. Showing no discomfort from the pain, he hurt himself as much as he could for the purpose of making himself bleed:

"Take of my blood!" he said in a trembling voice, breathing deeply to try not to let out the water that dripped from his nose. "Go on, swallow... It will do you good to take blood! Like it did me... See, open your eyes. Look at me. My wounds are getting better."

The blood from his hand dripped into his furry companion's mouth, ran between his teeth, bathed his tongue, but continued to the floor.

It was the only logical solution in his head, the little guy believed his companion would be able to recover, just as he had healed if they did the same.