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
ContoMy 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.
