Both Bridgette and I had horror etched on our faces when we looked at each other as the giant black bird kept on repeating that sentence. "Help me! Help me! I'm stuck here! I am Dr. Lustier! Somebody help me!" Its beak was wide open as it spoke while remaining perched on the huge branch next to the nest where we are.
"Oh my God," Bridgette gasped. "The bird can talk?"
"It seems to be," I replied. My mind kind of hurt right now as I can't comprehend what's happening. "But did I hear it right? It said that he is Dr. Lustier! Isn't that the person you mentioned?"
Bridgette nodded. "He was the last person that lead the research about the Basilisks. The one I mentioned that chose to go on with the research even after the government ordered its halt."
"And you said that he was never seen af
