CORVUS

The stranger crouched lower to the ground, and waited. He took a deep breath, and listened for the sounds of wings gathering their momentum. He waited, and waited, for the sound of the bird’s beak trying to pierce its way out of the dark, molten cracked mound. A smile did not form along his face. All he wanted to do was to complete his current assignment. He took another deep breath, and then slowly pushed his hands into the cracking ground. He felt the sudden cries of the souls from the other side, yearning to find their way back to earth. But he was not here to gather all these lost souls. Au contraire. His one task was to simply wait for the return of the one who would bring about a long era of chaos across the vast number of realms, kingdoms, including the villages in Ingenu. The bird cawed from the first taste of the rich, and dewy air. Storm clouds had seemed to stay all day as if they were shedding tears on behalf of the lost souls’ kith, and kin. The stranger who was dressed in a shiny silver coat bent a bit backward, and stared into the cloudy sky. Raindrops dripped along the sides of his eyes making it look like he had been sobbing all day. His hands reached for the bird’s throat, and he snapped it in two. Then waited, waited, and waited—until the bird cracked its neck- slowly turning its head back into place. The stranger now smiled like a Cheshire Cat, and vanished leaving behind a little present for the bird. There before the bird’s dark starry eyes stood a newborn. It cooed, and babbled. The bird flapped it’s wings, and merged its body with the baby’s own.

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28.12.2023