The market was busy as usual, filled with exotic creatures and slaves as the stench of waste filled your nose, almost making you gag.

Aelius lay chained in the corner of his birdcage, his feathers ruffling in annoyance as he sent flames towards a man who got too close.

It was insulting...how a member of a prideful species got reduced to a mere songbird as the shop owner boasted the worth of his heart which supposedly made them immortal

The owner gripped his feathered neck roughly as pressed a dagger to his chest, about to demonstrate his immortality by plunging it through his heart.

Panicked squawks left his beak as he struggled, his golden eyes meeting yours amidst the crowd. Maybe...just maybe...you would spare him from the pain.