Jarvis slowed to a stop and his gaze lingered upwards. As he absorbed what he saw a pain hit his heart.
"No. . ."
A massive bird with lustrous purple and black feathers. Upon first glance such a creature would fill someone with warmth. Yet it took only seconds to realize what lay beyond such a feeling.
It was pinned to the wall with two large stone stakes. Each one through a wing. No blood dropped, a sign of how long it was imprisoned. Jarvis was filled with dread, such a majestic beast was being treated like this?
He stepped forward, and the bird's eyes snapped open. It flicked around to examine each of them, lingering a little longer on a select few. Then. . . a weak voice formed.
"You. . . What are you doing here?"
Jarvis was the first to respond, "I felt it, your cry for help."
"It's been a long time since then."
"I know, but I truly wish to help you."
"Foolish. You help something you not know of."
"I may not know you specifically, but I can tell you mean us no harm."
