HUNJI
Chakor came down in a tangled mess, the prey birds attacking him. Even from this distance, I could see the copious amount of blood that covered his winged form. His rider, Ava had been bitten in half.
I heard myself yell out to my old mentor, but it was too late. The prey birds had pecked him apart.
Death was a part of war. It was an unfortunate inevitable. Still, Chakor’s demise was felt. Since all this had begun so many years ago, he had always been by my side in one way or another. Even when he was in the guise of someone else, meddling in our lives due to orders from Ascena or Ashe, he was always straight with me.
I knew why Crimson wanted to go to his aid because he had been saved by the old Skinwalker. He felt he owed him. I felt I owed him, but there was nothing that could
