It was right what I had imagined. I quickly move away from the end of the dangerous cliff that's ready to fall behind of me. Neglectly I pull my hands from the burning fire away.
I push the beast off the high cliff back from where it tried to break free.
Furiously, I mess up the horrible scriptures in the earth with my boots.
Searching for where I came from, I realise ashes started coming down. The river near the path started rising. The dull blue flames were raging surrounded with black smoke.
Neglecting my safety, I focus on the one of the bird I'm holding closely to my chest.
I check the right wing carefully to figure out it was heavily burnt.
I try to find a place in my arms for the bird, making it comfortable and safe by closing my coat firmly. "Soon you will heal, do not fear. I will put you back on your feet again before you can go. Safe."
With determination, I continue my path down the river with the boat I arrived, rowing exhaustedly, before it starts getting dangerous. I make sure the dirty raven is sound and safe all the way.
