"I found wings"

It did not take long for Agusa to return, carrying the massive white eagle over his shoulder. His face was smeared with dirt, his golden hair tangled with leaves, and his breath was uneven from the trek through the woods. He walked hurriedly toward the village, where Henry was still inspecting the farmland behind the houses. Meanwhile, the rest of the soldiers remained in the village center, tending to their horses and preparing for their return to Hidden Stone City. 

"My liege… I retrieved it," Agusa called, straightening his posture despite his labored breath.

At his dirty figure, Zahra, standing beside the king with her usual stern expression, let the faintest smirk slip onto her lips. It was gone in an instant, but Agusa caught it. He had no idea what had amused her, but it didn't matter. He had completed his task, that alone brought a small sense of satisfaction.