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They Called the Wounded Crown Eagle Worthless, Until the Orphan Who Carried It Home Learned His Mother Had Hidden Him to Keep Him Alive / Chapter 1 / 20

Chapter 1 - The Weight of the Broken

The wind howled down the jagged gorges of Crownridge Valley, carrying a frozen bite that sliced straight through wool and skin. Nineteen-year-old Rowan Mercer staggered blindly through the deepening drifts, his breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. Strapped securely across his shoulders with a makeshift harness of old leather straps was an enormous, magnificent creature—a Crown Eagle. Its right wing hung limply, marred by dried, blackened blood that contrasted sharply with its bronze-and-gold feathers.

"Drop that creature, Rowan, before Crownridge guards bury you beside it!" a voice shouted from the shadows of the village outskirts.

Rowan did not slow his pace. Beneath the heavy folds of his patched cloak, the eagle shifted weakly. A single, piercing golden eye met his gaze, filled with a mixture of ancient pride and helpless agony. Villagers pressed back against the frosted walls of their homes, whispering in terror. They knew the legends of Blackthorn Hall, the sprawling, fortress-like estate belonging to the American royalty who ruled the region's mines, forests, and courts. They knew the Blackthorn steward had officially declared the rare Crown Eagles diseased, ordering them hunted down and purged.

"That bird will never fly again," a young mill worker taunted as Rowan pressed forward.

Rowan turned his head slightly, his eyes cold and resolute beneath a dusting of snow. "Then it can heal before deciding," he snapped back.

"You think kindness changes nature?" the worker scoffed.

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"No," Rowan replied, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "I think cruelty should not make the first decision."

He pushed past Martha Bell, the village elder, who warned him of the ruthless household riders sent by Lord Alaric Blackthorn. Rowan knew the risks. He knew that the seventy-two-year-old patriarch of Blackthorn Hall ruled with absolute, medieval authority. But as he trudged past the tree line and vanished into the blinding white fury of Crown Mountain, Rowan felt an inexplicable pull toward the abandoned ruins of the Crown Eyrie, driven by a fierce, defiant instinct to protect the only living thing that had ever looked at him not as a burden, but as an equal.

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