The hunger was the worst part.
Kael's stomach cramped with emptiness. He had not eaten in two days. His body was weak. His hands trembled. His vision blurred when he stood up too fast. But he could not stop. He could not rest. Zephyr needed him.
He scavenged through the garbage heaps behind the market. The smell was terrible. Rotting vegetables. Spoiled meat. He held his breath and dug through the filth. He found a half-eaten loaf of bread. It was hard and covered in mold. He brushed off the green spots and put it in his pocket.
He found a broken jug near the well. There was water at the bottom. Dirty water. But it was wet. He filled his mouth and swallowed. It tasted like dirt. He did not care.
He brought the bread and water back to the abandoned building. Zephyr lay in the corner. Its eyes were closed. Its breathing was shallow. Kael knelt beside it. He broke the bread into tiny pieces. He soaked them in water until they were soft.
"Please eat," he said. His voice was hoarse. "Just a little. Please."
Zephyr opened its eyes. Those golden eyes. They looked at him with such trust. Such hope. It opened its mouth. Kael placed a piece of bread on its tongue. Zephyr swallowed. It took another piece. Then another.
Kael felt tears prick his eyes. It was eating. It was fighting. It was not giving up.
"That is it," he whispered. "That is good. You are doing so well."
Zephyr ate until the bread was gone. Then it closed its eyes and slept. Kael watched it for a long time. He counted each breath. He made sure each one was steady.
When he was sure Zephyr was safe, he left again. He had to find more food. He had to find answers. He had to figure out what Zephyr was and how to save it.
He walked through the city. The streets were busy. People pushed past him. They did not look at him. They did not see him. He was invisible. Just another poor soul in a city full of rich people.
He passed the arena. The memories hit him like a fist. The laughter. The pointing. The humiliation. He kept his head down and walked faster. He could not think about that. Not now. He had to focus.
He reached the city library. It was a grand building. White stone. Tall windows. Big doors. He had been here many times as a child. He had loved the smell of old books. He had loved the quiet.
He walked through the doors. The librarian was at her desk. She was a thin woman with sharp eyes and thin lips. She looked up when he entered. Her face twisted with recognition.
"You," she said. Her voice was cold. "I know who you are. The defect tamer. The failure. What are you doing here? This library is for serious people. Not for jokes like you."
Kael swallowed his pride. He needed her help. He had no choice.
"Please," he said. "I just need to look at one book. Just one. I will not cause any trouble. I just need information."
The librarian laughed. It was a bitter sound. "Information? What could you possibly need information for? Your beast is a defect. It is worthless. There is nothing in this library that can help you."
"Please," Kael said again. His voice cracked. He hated how weak he sounded. He hated begging. But he would do anything for Zephyr. Anything.
The librarian stood up. She walked around her desk. She pointed at the door.
"Leave," she said. "Now. Before I call the guards. You are not welcome here."
Kael felt his hope crumble. He turned to leave. His shoulders slumped. His feet dragged. He was about to walk out the door when a hand touched his arm.
A voice spoke. Old and kind. "Wait, young man. Stay."
Kael turned. An old man stood beside him. He had white hair. His face was wrinkled. His eyes were kind. He wore simple clothes. A brown robe. Sandals on his feet. He looked like a beggar. But there was something in his eyes. Wisdom. Experience.
"Who are you?" Kael asked.
The old man smiled. "My name is Elder Orin. I was a Beast Tamer once. A long time ago. I know what it is like to be cast out. I know what it is like to be called worthless."
The librarian scoffed. "Do not waste your time on him, Elder. He is a fool. He bonded with a defect. Everyone knows it."
Elder Orin turned to her. His voice was calm but firm. "Everyone thought I was a fool once too. Everyone thought my beast was worthless. They were wrong. And they will be wrong about this boy as well."
The librarian opened her mouth to argue. Elder Orin raised his hand. She fell silent.
"Come with me," he said to Kael. "I will show you what you need."
He led Kael to a corner of the library. A quiet corner. A forgotten corner. There were books here that looked old. Dusty. Unread. Elder Orin pulled one from the shelf. He handed it to Kael.
"This book is about rare beasts," he said. "Creatures that most people have never heard of. Creatures that have been forgotten. Read it. Learn from it. Knowledge is the only weapon the poor have. Use it well."
Kael took the book. His hands were shaking. "Thank you," he said. "I do not know how to repay you."
Elder Orin smiled. "You do not have to repay me. Just survive. Just prove them wrong. That is all the payment I need."
He walked away. Kael watched him go. Then he opened the book.
He read for hours. He read about beasts of fire and beasts of ice. He read about creatures that could control the weather and creatures that could heal wounds. He read about beasts that lived in the mountains and beasts that lived in the sea.
But nothing matched Zephyr. None of the descriptions fit. None of the illustrations looked like his creature. Zephyr was unique. It was like nothing that had ever been recorded.
Kael felt hope slipping away. What if Zephyr was truly a defect? What if there was no saving it? What if he had given up everything for nothing?
He closed the book. His head was pounding. His eyes were dry. He needed to rest. He needed to think.
He left the library. The sun had set. The streets were dark. He walked back to the abandoned building. His footsteps echoed in the silence.
Zephyr was awake when he arrived. It was looking at the window. At the moon. Its dull scales were shimmering. Just a little. A faint glow. Like moonlight reflecting off water.
Kael stopped in the doorway. He watched. He held his breath.
Zephyr opened its mouth. It made a sound. Not a chirp. Something deeper. Something older. The sound vibrated through the room. Kael felt it in his chest.
The glow grew brighter. Zephyr's scales lit up. Golden light. Soft and warm. It filled the room. Kael covered his eyes. The light was so bright. So beautiful.
Then it faded. Zephyr closed its eyes. It went back to sleep. The glow disappeared. The room was dark again.
Kael stood there. His heart was pounding. His hands were shaking. He had seen something. Something incredible. Something impossible.
The moonlight. Zephyr reacted to the moonlight. It drew power from the moon. That was why it had not died. It had been feeding on the light. The moonlight. The only thing that had kept it alive.
Kael knelt beside the creature. He touched its scales. They were warm. Warmer than before. It was changing. It was growing. It was healing.
"You are not a defect," he whispered. "You are something else. Something amazing. Something the world has forgotten."
Zephyr opened one eye. It looked at him. Those golden eyes were brighter now. Stronger. It chirped. A soft sound. A happy sound.
"I am going to figure this out," Kael said. "I am going to unlock your power. I am going to show everyone what you really are. I promise."
Zephyr chirped again. Then it closed its eye and slept. Kael sat beside it. He watched the moonlight filter through the broken roof. He watched it land on Zephyr's scales. He watched them glow.
He did not know what the future held. He did not know if Zephyr would survive. He did not know if he would ever get revenge. But he knew one thing. He was not going to give up. He was going to keep fighting. He was going to keep hoping. He was going to keep believing in the broken creature that had chosen him.
The night was long. The city slept. In the abandoned building on the edge of Verathis, a boy and his beast began their journey. A journey that would change the world. A journey that would make the gods tremble.
Kael closed his eyes. For the first time in days, he felt something he had forgotten. Hope.