6 Passerine's View

My name is Passerine Wyvernheart, dughter of Tunstall Wyvernheart.

I am the only daughter who was spoilt by my father. My mother was said to be a gentle and kind lady but I don't know her personally as she left this world as I entered. I do wonder what it would be like to have a mother sometimes but I don't feel empty as I grew up happy due to my father's tender care.

Father was charismatic but cautious man. He easily gathered attention from both enemies and allies over his controversial views. Hence, we moved from town to town, to both run from enemies and to spread his views. It was tiring but fun no less since we got to talk and meet many people as we go around. He taught me everything I know from writing to how to survive in the wilderness.

That was how I spent 18 years of my life but everything change when I lost my appetite and I became easily fatigued. We traveled less and less but when I started getting chest pains we finally halt our travels. We moved to an abandoned hut on the hill far from town. I knew that I was the reason for this uncomfortable lifestyle but I could do nothing to change it. I felt horrible that I was a burden but as if father could read my mind he would comfort me at my lowest. He would always say that if not for me, life wouldn't be worth living.

However, life was cruel as I wasn't getting better. Father would often leave to hunt or get supplies but one day he left after entrusting me a red egg and saying that he had to leave for few months so I had to take care of the egg and the hut. He left more than two months worth of supplies before departing.

I knew that I contracted an almost incurable illness and my father was most likely going to try to find a cure. Although I knew that, I didn't stop him as I wanted to get better and continue our travels. I was selfish as I wanted to live. Father was too kind to such a selfish daughter like me.

As father left, I steeled myself and took responsibility of the egg to repent for my selfishness, raising this life that was entrusted to me by father. I would treat this life like how father treats mine, with love and trust.

It was lonely living far from town but the egg that I called Grin would always keep me company. I cried but never despaired as I tried my best to live a normal life. Talking to Grin was my only hobby for those lonely 30 days.

It was a great day when Grin hatched! I felt a surge of energy as I saw his cute little face. He chirps as if replying when I talked. Staring at me with his beady eyes, I could feel intelligence behind those deep black eyes of his. I could finally truly understand what father meant by beast and humans could coincide. As he brought warmth to my life.

With a companion, 35 days flew by quicker than before. At first I was filled with energy but it quickly declined with time as I grew weaker. Despite time weakening me, it was such a joy to see Grin grow up. From a cute white chick he grew up into a handsome falcon the size of a crow. He was quite large for his age but he was still the same lovely Grin inside.

However, all good things had to end as I fainted on cold wood floors on my way to hunt. I thought I could finally meet my mother but I was awaken by the cries of Grin. I snapped out of the silly notion of giving in and pried my eyes open. I stared into Grin's teary eyes and as I was about to say something, I started painfully coughing out blood.