The Drowned Bird

I was a bird once, I had just learned to fly; practically a hatchling.
I was sacrificed, but for what I do not know. The gods took pity on this cruelly killed little bird and was reborn as a girl.
Well not quite a girl, but close enough.

I was never to meet the ones who killed the wild little hatchling ever again, but I meet the one who dropped me into the bowl. I hope he does not suspect, my former identity.

I mean coming face to face with your killer is one thing but to think a more brutal end is near should they find out is far, far worse.