My name is Gheser.

Глава 1II am lying in a cradle, and a huge raven is standing over me with its black wings spread wide and its beak agape. It is five times my size and clearly wants to eat me. There is no time to worry. I grab its beak with both hands and tear its mouth in half. I am covered in its black blood, and I have pissed myself. I pissed myself not out of fear, but simply because I still don’t know how to control myself. Yes, I am a baby. And I am only a couple of days old.I am still holding the two halves of the huge beak in my hands — in my baby hands — when I finally hear screams and footsteps. An arrow whistles through the air, plunges into the raven’s body, and knocks us to the ground. Strong hands grab me and lift me up. The blood-soaked beak slips, but I do not let go. Someone else, trying to pull the raven away, drags it toward himself, and we all fall on top of it.There are two voices: …