{ Feathers Descend }

Chapter Three

After months of her drawing her experience, painting beautiful and meaningful art pieces. Her style caught the public eye. Her poems and ink drawings were unique. She preformed in places, showing off her talents, and everywhere she went, crows followed.

Years of her painting, she captured the attention of painters who became interested in her art. Best friends, they were soon to become. After so long of being in a cold, depressed void, she finally found her place. Her sorrow pushed back, numbing her pain.

She moved away from her fathers house. Moving closer to town, Carmina made her own beautiful dresses. Dresses with crows and elegant dresses of pitch black. She interpreted the ones who watched over her, the crows that saved her.

Her art was featured in museums and people loved her art. Her paintings and poems became the face of fame in Chili. People came to her presentations, showing her newest art.

Carmina began drawing on streets, wearing lavishing dresses and colourful paints.

Soon she received a commission that changed everything. Her commissioner wanted a mural, so she drew one. The painting was of a reaper that harvested Chileans, holding its scythe that dripped blood. As she painted, she had worn her theatrical dress she'd made with her own hands.

Since she painted that mural, there was an uproar. Politics, arguments and dissatisfaction filled the town with a new song. Everyone sang of her work, mixed emotions and arguments with every step she took.

As she and her friends took refuge from the new bitter town, a loud thump came from outside. She didn't pay attention to it, neither her friends. As they talked, a bang caught their attention and they all went silent. Carmina looked in the direction of the bang — it came from the door. It went off again, her door cracking and bowing. She stood up quickly, and her friends did the same. She looked to her friends, they all wore the same terrified, confused look she had.

Carmina heard the door smash open and fleets of men stormed the house, subduing her and her friends with ease. She was slammed and pinned to a wall and a bag was flung over her head, obscuring her vision. She tried to lash out but was unsuccessful. Something heavy slammed into her skull, sending bursts of bright pain throughout her skull. A headache drummed in her head as her consciousness faded away and darkness folded its pitch black wings around her, pulling her into a dark void of feathers.