Raven

Chapter 5

After I tucked Deedee in my bed, I crashed onto the couch. I was so exhausted.

I held my arm out. A wing came out of my arm. I had just come to the conclusion that I am part bird. To be honest it was not as exciting as I thought it would be. But, come on, I have a wing. You do not expect that I wouldn't get interested on the many things it can possibly do.

And no, not like that.

I tried with all of my might to summon my wing and when I didn't think that I could try any harder, my arm transformed into a wing. In the process it knocked down one lamp, two cups, and a chair.

The wing quickly retracted as my sister ran into the living room

"What the heck are you doing up so late and why does it sound like a wild cat got loose in the living room?" She looked around at the destruction.

"Uhh... Homework?" I said with a shrug.

She shook her head in utter confusion and astonishment at my lame existence and walked back into her room, muttering about how she wished she was adopted by a normal family.

Once I was sure she was asleep I started growing my wing again I stopped mid-transformation. My arm was cloaked in feathers but it was still in it's original form. It was beautiful.

The feathers shone in the dark light of the living room and I thought to the first time I saw Ebony. She was on the telephone wire beside my house. She had something in her beak. What was it?

A red rose.

I wondered what it meant. I did what any rational human would do, and I searched it up.

I found dozens of search results. I scrolled through a few and saw it meant love, beauty, respect, and courage. I thought through them.

Love: Doubtful, it has to mean something other than that. This is war.

Beauty: The ravens are beauty, but what about the vultures? They're ugly.

Respect: What's respectful about this?

There was only one option left.

Courage: Of course, it all made sense. I had to be courageous. This was war, and no one else could help but me. We have to be courageous, brave, and anything else it takes. There will be blood, and lots of it if I'm not courageous.
I closed the computer that I searched the meanings on and layed down on the couch. What was I going to do? It was the most difficult question I've had to face so far.

I couldn't just go with the flow. I had to work hard, or else we would face the consequences, and it'll be on me. The girl that could have fulfilled the prophecy, but didn't, and failed us all. I don't want to be known as that girl. I wanted to be a hero for once, not just someone stuck in the back of a classroom waiting for life to pass them by.

I snapped back to reality, all of this worrying made me tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. I yawned and turned off the light. I fell asleep quickly, not even bothering to change out of my jeans and take off my shoes.

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