Is Eren A Bird Novels & Stories

he added, his voice shaken, his expression still horrified. “They really are. I’m so glad you’re safe,” I said, exhaling softly. “Let’s wait for the others,” Eren said, glancing back at the door. “But where are we?” he asked after a moment, his voice edged with unease as he scanned the ground again. “I haven’t the slightest idea,” I admitted, my arms folding slightly as I looked around once more. “I only know this is the moonbird’s door… which means the moonbird has to be here somewhere, right?”

Her shoulders trembled. Erin. My heart stuttered. She couldn't have been older than five, her face still round with baby fat, her tiny hands cupped around something. "I didn't mean to scare you," she whispered, tears tracking down her cheeks and dripping onto a small sparrow with a twisted leg. "Don't die. Please don't die." I reached for her instinctively, but my fingers passed through her shoulders. This wasn't my memory. I'd never witnessed this moment. Erin pressed her palm against the bird's broken body. Blue light rippled beneath her skin—faint as a moonbeam through gauze, but unmistakable. The sparrow's wing twitched. Its frantic breathing calmed. Its beady eye blinked once, twice.

“For the good of the pack.” I yanked my arm free. I looked down into her pretend-smile. “We know the truth.” All the sweetness left her face. For a second, she was just a scared, mean girl. Then she fixed the smile back on. “We do,” she said, and scurried away like a rat. That night, the castle slept. I did not. The moon was a sharp claw in the black sky. My door flew open. It was Eren. Her hair was wild from running. Her face was white as bone. She was gasping for air, tears cutting through the dirt on her cheeks.

He was sworn in, and then the prosecutor asked, “Can you speak to your brother’s nature?” Javan chuckled darkly. “Eren was violent before he could learn how to walk. I once watched him smash a bird with a rock when he was five… then stare at the blood like it meant nothing.” The court rose up in whispers again, something I was beginning to find annoying. “When he was seven, our neighbor’s dog barked at him. Next thing we knew, the dog went missing. We found it days later buried in the woods with a broken neck. Eren didn’t even flinch when they told him about it,he just shrugged.”

He had made a mistake, surely? “The place of fire, Vatra, it is the home of the Lightning Bird.” “No,” she said. After all, she had seen his aerie, across the desert sands, a place of clouds and silence. Not fire. “That cannot be.” “Whatever you have seen, Ilyria, it was what he—it—wants you to see. The Lightning Bird cannot stay long here. Whenever it retreats, it is to Vatra. That is where the companions are. I am sure of it.”

*chirp* "Come on, Fawkes, you know that I was kidding with you. Here, I brought out your favorite as an apology." Erik said to Fawkes and showed him the half dozen dried red peppers in his hand. The bird looked at the snack and let out a joyful chirp, flashing to Erik's shoulder, who offered the hand with the peppers to it. Fawkes ate the dried peppers with gusto. Finishing them, the bird pecked Erik's ear. "Thank you for accepting my apologies, Fawkes." Eris said, and continued. "I need you to deliver an urgent package to Perenelle, are you up to the travel?"