In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
Ravens. I didn't know much about them as they weren't particular animals I had become enamored with enough to completely scour every minuscule detail I could about their existence. They were pleasant to look at, mysterious even, but had never caught my attention before. But now father was explaining to us these creatures were not so ordinary, I couldn't help but be fascinated myself.
They were magical ravens.
They were of the Plarinu blood bond.
In short, these birds had always been with the descendants of the Plarinu's since essentially the beginning of the lineage. Father had taken Chandrelle and me up to several of the ravens themselves and acquainted us with them.
Up close, the birds were rather magnificent if I do say so myself. From a distance, one would gauge that their feathers were the color of dark onyx-like ink, but upon further examination, their soft barrier was a glossy black with a deep-set ombre of indigo just like...
Our hair.
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"You see girls. There are many things in this family that are dominant. One is the color of our hair. Many of our descendants are born with this shade." Father pushed a few of my strands away from my face and back into the hood of my overcoat.
"Two, the dominant steel-colored eyes. You both inherited your mother's eyes, but that is to be expected from time to time." He pointed to his own spooky-colored eyes before continuing, "And third, the bonding of the ravens to your being. When you both are old enough, many of the birds will begin to cling to you and will remain that way until the end of your lifespan." Father further explained to us.
I was extremely curious. As my father spoke, I stroked the pleasant feathers of the bird whose eyes were as darkened as the depths of a barren cave. I could hardly gauge what the animal was perhaps thinking at the moment, but it seemed pleased that I was showing it affection.
Some of them would become ours soon enough.
That excited me. I never had a pet before; it wasn't close to anything such as having a dog or cat would be like, but how many could say they had a trained raven at their beck and call?
"What else can they do?" I found myself asking my father.
My father brightened at the question and stood up tall and proud as he continued looking down at Chandrelle and me. "You girls must remember you cannot tell anyone outside of this family what these birds can do for us." He forewarned us.
Chandrelle's doe eyes looked up at father with a widened curiosity. "Why?" Her little lips puckered up in confusion. I arched my eyebrow at her confusion, she didn't speak much, but when she did her words were clear and quite direct.
Perhaps like father said, intelligence ran in the family.
Father patted her small head affectionately at her inquisition. "Good question, my dear! Our ravens are very intelligent as they are powerful, they are able to travel far distances and pick up information they can relay back to us through their vision. We can essentially see through their eyes. They also do an incredible job sending messages anonymously to others when we need them too." He explained seriously.
