Hissing and growling, ka-tye came out of the jungle. Solia covered her face with a healthy wing, depicting an unconscious state. "Will they choose me? Please, not me." Tears flowed from her eyes. After all, if she is spared, then someone else will lose his life. As the ka-tye approached, her hair shifted from the wind. Through a tiny gap between the wing feathers, Solia noticed dirty, razor-like claws. Two pairs of legs stopped next to the electric cage. "No, no, no"...