Corvus

-Please...I beg you...
They lead me through the snow toward the Pit. I know what it means. The owner has told me a lot about it; they throw criminals or those they want to get rid of there.
-Shut up, you stole bread from the owner.
The man only pushes me harder toward the edge of the cliff. One more step and I'll fall into the abyss. But what about my brothers? They can't live without me... The man pushes me and I fall, hitting the rocks, trying to grab hold, but only tearing my clothes and skin. I don't know how long the fall lasted, but I wake up on a stone floor, cold and pain piercing my entire body. The remains of other people are all around: bones, skulls, clothes. Overcoming the pain, I rise and go deeper into the cave, my body aching, blood trickling down my temples. Hunger, cold, and numerous wounds are taking their toll, and I periodically lose my balance and fall, which only causes more wounds.
I don't know how long I wandered, but the thought that I had to choose and take my brothers wouldn't let me give in. I saw the sweetest light and, with the last of my strength, I walked toward it, but when I was almost there, it disappeared, and I fell exhausted. In an instant, a large dragon appeared before me. It was dozens of times larger than me, one eye red, the other wounded, white.
Is he in pain? Poor thing.
I was afraid, but it is better to die at the dragon's paws than from a piece of bread...for the brothers.
The dragon began to examine me, chipped and almost opened his mouth when a harsh male voice was heard.
-Darhan, let's go. What are you looking at there?
I was already lying on the stone floor, but the Dragonbound flashed through my mind. They live apart from everyone else, cruel, cunning, merciless, they despise elves...just like my master.

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