I struggled to get out of all the rubble that had piled on top of me. Bit by bit, I managed to crawl out of it. The sound of rocks clattering on the ground filled the ruins.
I stood up and soon noticed that my wings were indeed broken. But they were quickly healing, so I would be able to fly again within an hour.
I crouched down next to my father. I did not need to check his pulse, as I could hear his heartbeat. But he was still bleeding from the wound on his head. He probably wouldn't die from it, at least not immediately.
Therefore, I carefully picked him up with the intent of bringing him to the dwarf so that he could treat his wounds.
I left the spear like weapon behind since I did not dare to touch it.
On my way back I tried to come up with a believable story as for why he shot.
Tough my first idea was that the roof just collapsed and that him seeing me was just a trick of the mind, created by the impact of the rock.
But, if he by any chance came back to that spot, he would still see the silvery substance that his weapon left behind. And from what I could see, the weapon did not fire out of nothing. Someone actually had to use it for something to happen.
For now, I figured that I could only hope that the dwarf could convince my father that he had spotted some strange animal and fired on that.
I eventually reached the building where the dwarf was. As soon as I came in, he rushed towards me with a worried look on his face.
"I heard you roar, what happened?"
He knew verry well that I would not make that loud of a sound out of nowhere.
"Well, I broke my wings. But that tends to happen wen a building collapses on you."
"How did a building just collapse? Yes, everything here is in ruins, but it should be stable enough to carry even your weight."
I placed my father on the ground in front of me. blood was still dripping from the wound on his head.
"He saw me while using an adder stone. He shot and the blast made a tower fall down on the roof."
"So, then why would you save him if he shot you? Wait… is this your father?"
I nodded.
The dwarf responded in his jokingly nearly mocking tone. "Then, how come that he didn't see something in your eyes that felt just so familiar, and then he realised that you were his son? You know like in those stories were someone gets cursed or something."
"well, that might have worked if my eyes weren't yellow and glowing at the moment. But we can't just keep joking around now. I don't think that it is good if he loses to much blood."
The dwarf walked over to where he stored most of his tools. There he also had some medical supplies, just in case. He grabbed some clean alcohol and some bandages.
"Why don't you go outside for now? I am sure that you don't want to give your father a heart attack when he wakes up."
I hesitated for a moment. I knew that he was going to be fine, but I just wanted to be by his side.
"sure."
I looked back one last time and then walked out of the room. There I leaned against the wall. I stayed as quiet as I could so that I could at least hear everything that was going on inside instead of really being there.
My pointy ear was almost touching the cold stone wall. Tough I could hear their breathing. The stone was too thick to allow me to hear their heartbeats. Never in my life had I expected that I would want to listen to such things.
I sighed and planted my face in my palm. I still had an amazing headache; tough it was getting a bit better. I figured that maybe it was not a bad thing after all and that it would just go away on its own.
I looked up at the sound of soft tip tapping footsteps. I smiled as the green bird came closer.
"Hey there Quetzalcoatl. Finally convinced that I won't eat you?"
The bird shivered for a moment, but then decided that it would be as shame if it would turn back now after coming so far.
The creature sat down at the tip of my tail and continued to look at me with its deep black eyes.
"how about I will take you for a flight tomorrow? I think that it should be fine if we don't go to high."
The bird tilted its head, and I could swear that there was a small glimmer in its eyes, as if it wanted to say that it was a great idea.
Then I suddenly heard some irregularities in the breathing of my father. It did not take long for me to realise that he was waking up.