Crow's flight

Last feather - Epilogue

(The consumed feather went travelling in the wind, reaching other forests, which were not from this world until it grew its plumage once more.)

Sarathilde was looking at the letters her dolls were bringing, who were walking and jumping around the desk carefully, to not throw the chessboard and its unique figures. She was reading about different topics, putting in all sorts of faces with each piece of paper she gazed at.

Suddenly Theilo came through the mist, entering the cathedral library where she was.

"Here you are. I don't really understand why the Council lets that witch doctor do what he does so freely, someday it will blow up in our faces. Well, what was that urgency that made you leave in a hurry?"

"Two things, well three actually."

"Well... spit it out. Not like the glutton, ugh, I still remember..."

He removed a few papers from the desk, placing three figures on the board: a masked woman, a daughter and a white lady. She noticed his gaze turning serious.

"What happens?" talked she again.

"First of all. I don't hold any grudge over what happened with Dana Crow. You did what you had to do."

"Fine, but listen, since I thought about it for a while. Perhaps I was too driven by my emotions, and wasn't exactly the best option."

"I don't blame you anyways. At the time I didn't know what to do, it was a difficult moment," after he said that, he pointed to the masked woman piece.

While staring at her confused eyes, he offered a teacup with a swirling fog coming from it. The seamstress drank it putting on a disgusted face since she didn't stand its taste.

The two of them appeared in the mysterious hall with the frozen moons, the chairs and the table were the same from the previous room, with all the papers and the chessboard.

"Do you remember what happened after her death, right?" asked the Grey Child directly to her mind, moving the figure of the white lady.

"Of course, that perfect idea from the Council, how to forget it."

"You know it was the best option. Because of you stabbing directly the heart and herself killing her friend after reuniting... the post-death trauma was the worst and most violent I ever saw," he put on a dubious face while saying that. It wasn't true, he had seen something worse, thought the boy, nervously touching his tie.

"Yet we didn't keep her in the cells."

"You know the Council, they have to make many hard decisions. They suppressed her memories, to the point before she turned into a monstrous witch."

"Wait a minute, isn't that a bit too far?"

"I can agree with that, but that also made us aware of the existence of someone else living inside her called Cron Wada," he pointed at the daughter figure, then, paused briefly, thinking about how to tackle the matter correctly. "What I'm going to tell you is strictly kept secret. I'm not even sure I should say it."

"You can't expect me to just ignore that now after you are putting that much secrecy. Just spit it out, Theilo, you can trust me."

He tried to read her gesture but only could see her curious yet unamused face. Mattis sighed, he just wanted to take it out, to share with someone else, and to him, she was the one he respects most from Ovingud.

The Grey Child grabbed the piece of the masked woman.

"The thing that she turned into, that Soulless Mother, emerged after her mind surgery. Is a blank personality who doesn't know how to talk, just screams and hisses. Her behaviour is also animalistic and erratic."