Myths & Legends

Seeing Ace run through the field, brought so much joy to my heart.

Especially since the young boy was exploring the world.

He was pretending that his fictional world was real.

Ace thought of himself as the Gladiator, like Russel Crowe in the movie.

Eerily, dusk was creeping in and I moved quickly to light the candle by the window.

My boy would return a hero, I smiled.

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Before I could call for him, he called after me.

Every ounce of anxiety seared through me as I rushed to the door to meet him.

Cradled in his small hands was a crow.

It’s wing fractured and crippled.

Ace looked so distraught and yet fascinated.

I looked over my boy and the bird.

A single feather had fallen and dropped on the ground.

I had grown up on a farm with my parents.

We’d had a lot of livestock and animals, but never a bird.

The crow stared into my eyes, it’s beak opening and sounding in pain.

Alright Ace let’s call the vet and see what we can do for him.

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Home from the vet, the bird was given a plate of grub, luckily also provided by the vet.

His wing was bandaged, but the bird seemed curious and in good spirits.

I shook off the feeling of weirdness.

Crows singularly were symbols of bad luck.

Was this a bad omen that I had welcomed into my home?

I hoped not as I watch the crow.

My boy was chatting away over his dinner, while I cluttered my time in the kitchen.

I tried shaking off the unnerved feelings I had, but the witch in me was spooked.

I looked at the single feather that had been released from the crow’s wing.

It was long, soft to the touch, and a little dusty.

I picked up the feather, brushing my finger along the edge.

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Visions filled my sight.

In the distance, I could still hear Ace talking away.

But for a moment, my eyes were filled with a vision of a man.

Talk, dark, handsome, and brooding.

He looked like a Scottish man. His thick beard a deep shade of red.

His green eyes met mine, and I felt my legs weaken.

He smiled.

I released the feather, as it’s enchantment released me.

What was I seeing?

What happened?

The crow looked at me, it’s intelligence and knowing stare causing my blood pressure to rise.

Who had the man been?

Was he now the crow and cursed to the form of a bird?