The Boy and the Crows//A Bench Trio Novel

Chapter 9

3rd person POV:

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"Do you need to be up there?" the taller boy asked as he repositioned the boy on his shoulders.

"Yes, yes I do," the other replied as he searched the castle grounds with binoculars he had brought at a dollar store.

"Why?"

"You're tall, I'm not."

"Well, I understand that."

"Just shuddup, I'm searching."

Royal guards patrolled the grounds as the windows in what the boy could assume was the ballroom.

People looked so busy, rushing around, trying to fulfill every little detail.

"But what if instead of going separate, we go as husbands? It would be easier, but it would be platonic-"

"As soon as you said platonic I was in, don't say another word."

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The blonde looked around the empty field.

But this time, a person with a large sunhat that has black mesh draped around it sat in the chair, rocking away.

The clouds that dotted the sky seemed so far away now.

The boy had the best idea to sneak up behind the woman and scare her.

So he did just that.

"My goodness!" she shouted as she rose from her seat. He turned around and pushed the fabric out of her eyes to look at the boy. "Tommy?" 

He stared up at her, eyes twinkling ever so slightly in the daylight.

"Mum?" he asked.

But she looked almost the same as his last memory with her aside from her clothes.

"My little fledgling..." she cried as she embraced him. "Oh, I've missed you so much..."

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he hugged her back. 

"I'll explain everything I promise." She pulled away and sat back in the chair. When he looked away for a brief moment and noticed there was another rocking chair. "Take a seat, I want to know all that has happened. How's your father?"

"W-well... I don't know. I haven't seen him in months..."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Someone was coming to take my wings so..." he began to get all teary. "I ran away..." He sniffled and wiped his eyes. "But I found people better. They love me."

"What're their names, dear?"

"Ranboo and Tubbo. They'll come to get me any second. I just know it."

"Oh... honey, they're not coming." 

The boy stared at her in shock, almost offense.

"Yes, they will."

"Do you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're dead."

But he wasn't dead. 

Not that he had remembered.

"I-I'm not-"

"I'm sorry dear. This is your limbo."

"No, it's not! That man threw me in here! I'm not dead!"

"What?"