The forest was almost eerily quiet, and even the stars looking on from high up in the sky seemed to be holding their breath in for a moment.
The only movement came from a mysterious figure, cloaked in worn, dark fabrics; and a crow with a single white feather, who appeared to be studying the figure with distinct interest. The figure didn't seem to have noticed, at least not yet, but instead carried on with a flurry of motion.
Hours later, when the figure had finally finished and disappeared again, the crow at last took off as well. A short flight later, the crow arrived at the nearest city, only to quickly turn into a woman with a ruffle of her feathers.
Her cloak billowing behind her, the woman entered a nearby tavern. Not pausing to greet the only other person inside, she got straight to business.
"Call in all your people. It's happening tomorrow."
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
