Chapter 2: Too early to die
The boy was flying over the ground, and the hills were getting closer every second. The sun was almost down, though from this height the boy could still see the setting rays.
The sunset was red, reminding the boy of the color of his father's blood when his head was blown to pieces. The sunset reminded him of blood from his mother's womb, although the poor woman had not died of blood loss. She died of suffocation, a knee blow broke her throat cartilage, and the boy's mother could not breathe.
In the last moment of her life, she experienced humiliation, pain, and fear. Fear for her son.
The boy was flying in the air, and the wind fluttered his young body like a toy, throwing and twisting. But the boy felt no fear. He did not feel the wind, shame for his father, disappointment, resentment and pain for his dead mother, hatred for enemies and a desire for revenge.
The boy thought of nothing, still in a hazy state of shock.
When the ground was only a few dozen meters away, something strong grabbed the boy by the shirt on his back and lifted him back into the air. The people of the hills had already gone home, lit candles, and prepared to listen to bedtime stories, so the boy was not seen.
"It's not good not to feel anything." A small but strong voice said. "Let's start with curiosity."
The boy somehow lifted his head to see who had grabbed him and whose voice it was. As the firm voice had said, he was curious. Then came the surprise.
"Eagle?" The boy was surprised. "Talking one!?"
"Haven't you ever seen a talking bird?" The eagle chuckled, though beak couldn't really smile. "A little imagination won't hurt."
Again, as the talking eagle had said, the boy realized that it was his imagination that had drawn a grin on the curved beak.
"You're starting to worry, I see." The eagle said, grinning again. "But don't be afraid, you'll be fine."
The mighty wings flapped lazily, and the eagle rose even higher. Prehensile claws held the boy behind his back, but the boy was no longer afraid of falling or getting hurt. His curiosity returned.
"Who are you?" The boy asked.
"I have many names." The eagle said. "In different cultures, my name is different. Perhaps the word 'God' is most common."
"Why did you save me?" Curiosity was not appeased.
"Because it's not proper for young people to fall off an airship on such a beautiful evening." The eagle replied, and his voice sounded rather dreamy. "Especially such a handsome young man like you doesn't deserve so much of the unfortunate fate."
At these words, the boy remembered what had happened to him the moment before the fall from the airship. He was being dragged like a limp doll across the deck of the airship to be dropped through the open hatch. On the right, the limp, headless body of his father remained leaning against a pillar.
To his left, he caught a glimpse of the disfigured crotch from which he had first glimpsed the world. His mother lay sprawled, her arms and legs outstretched, her eyes wide with horror.
The boy grimaced in pain and began to cry.
"Well, no need to whimper." The eagle said in a fatherly tone. "It's not appropriate for a young man so beautiful to be in pain. At least for now."
The boy immediately stopped crying, and there was an unpleasant void where everything had been squeezed with pain. This void needed to be filled with something urgently. The boy tried to fill it with wind, but the eagle immediately burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, this is the stupidest idea I've ever seen!" The eagle was having fun. "Such a handsome young man must have a good mind, but perhaps a few restrictions will do you good. As for the void, my boy, let's put excitement and pleasure in it. How do you like the idea?"
"Not bad." The boy agreed, immediately forgetting about the pain. "Will you help me forget about my parents' death?"
"No doubt." The eagle said. "But for a fee."
"What fee?"
"You'll forget who you are until you're ready to remember it."
The eagle paused, and the boy closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of freedom. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the sunset once more. Now the sun was drowning in the red rose flowers. The boy imagined the scent of flowers and smiled. It was a pleasant smell.
"What should I remember?" The boy asked, instantly forgetting something.
"Oh, don't worry, little Jun." The eagle smiled. "Take a nap for now and remember that such a handsome young man can't be disliked by women."
With that, the eagle laughed again, and the boy was instantly asleep.
The ground beneath them was moving with great speed, and the wind above was bitterly cold. But the boy was warm, as if the proximity of a giant bird warmed him with great love. He was fast asleep and did not see the eagle drop to the ground and release the sleeping body on the soft haystack.
In the distance, the lights of a small town were burning, and a hundred meters away was a cozy house. In a window was playing the reflections of a candle. Even in this house, a lonely girl was finishing her herbal tea, dreaming of meeting her first love.
A huge eagle flapped its wings, lifted off the ground and soared into the sky, scattering the haystack under it. The light in the window went out, to be lit again when morning came.
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