Herothion

On their way to the hill:

After hearing a sound between the trees, Kalira hid behind Okays. The place became very quiet, with only the sound of the light, cold wind and the rapid heartbeat of Kalira. Okays was looking around among the trees, but he didn't see anything.

Okays: (mockingly) "Has my guide become scared now?"

Kalira: (embarrassed, proud) "Hmm, who told you I was scared of that sound? I just wanted to protect your back from any danger."

Okays: (laughing) "Alright, no problem. Let's keep going."

They continued their path between the trees towards the hill where the bird was, but as they walked, silence spread again, and this time there were sounds of footsteps, either from beasts or someone inside the forest. Suddenly, some small-bodied creatures with long legs emerged from between the trees. They were called "Tree Beasts" or "Srahil" (Screechers). They were known for their high speed and fought with small knives.

Okays had never seen these beasts before. He was nervous and scared. His legs felt weak, and the number of beasts was overwhelming. Kalira collapsed on her knees, thinking it was the end.

Okays stood bravely, though he felt afraid, and made a sword from his blood, standing in front of these many beasts. The beasts attacked swiftly, and Okays was wounded with every mistake he made. But he fought hard and killed many of them, though his strength was fading. The beasts were still numerous, and at this point, Okays thought about giving up.

A voice in Okays' head:

"Are you giving up now?

Do you think this is the end?

Do you think this is all you have?

Are you still weak after all these trainings?

Do you want power?

Do you want to win?

If your answer is yes, scream my name!!!

Bloodwat."

Okays had no other choice. He screamed the name. Suddenly, the blood of the beasts he killed began to gather in the air, forming a huge ball. Then sharp threads emerged from inside it. Every time these threads moved, they killed dozens of the Srahil. They killed and killed, turning the green place into a red valley. The Srahil were all gone. Okays stood on his feet, stunned by his own power, but he lost consciousness for several hours due to exhaustion and the loss of so much blood. Kalira took care of him under the shade of a tree.

An hour before sunset:

Okays woke up, his head aching from using so much of his power. His hands were numb from losing so much blood.

Okays: (in pain) "Are you alright, Kalira?"

Kalira: (with a weak voice) "Worry about yourself. I'm fine. If it weren't for you, I'd be dead right now. I owe you, Okays."

Okays: (in pain) "I needed to fight to protect myself.

I'm really glad you didn't get hurt. Let's go to the hill where the bird is."

Kalira: (angrily) "You can't even move your feet, and you want to go there? Let's rest tonight. It will be dangerous to move around in the dark."

Okays: (in pain) "Yes, you're right. Let's rest here."

They started a small fire and covered themselves with large leaves, sleeping there for the night.

The next morning at sunrise, Okays woke up, feeling more energetic than the previous day, eager to go to the bird's nest on the hill...

To be continued...