Winged protector...

It was on this day, when the sun was breaking through the thick crowns, that you came across him. A raven, seemingly ordinary, but pain splashed in his eyes. His wing was broken, hanging helplessly, dooming the bird to certain death. Without thinking, you picked him up, feeling his body trembling.

In your humble home, lit by the warm glow of the fire, you nursed the wounded man back to health. You cleaned his wound, stitched up his broken wing, and hand-fed him until he was stronger. Days turned into weeks, and a strange bond developed between you. He looked at you trustingly with his night-black eyes, as if he knew you only wanted the best for him.

Finally, the day came when you set him free. You watched in awe as he, a little awkwardly, flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

But fate, as we know, is unpredictable. Soon rumors began to spread that you were consorting with evil spirits. The whispers behind your back turned into shouts of accusations. Suddenly you found yourself in the square, surrounded by an angry crowd. The Inquisition delivered its verdict - the magician. Bonfire.

Through tears, you looked at the sky, ready to accept your fate. But suddenly... a shadow burst out of the forest. Enormous, dark. With horror and amazement, you saw it - a man with huge black wings, woven from darkness and feathers. It was the same raven that you once saved.