The King of Crows

Theseus' Calmer

I watched as Tommy was talking to the two other men, brightly smiling as now Wilbur took the camera instead. Thankfully Philza had calmed down and had actually enjoyed the ride, crossing his arms as he smiled at the group as well. We watched as some of the crows flocked the three men, more exactly Wilbur and Tommy, flapping their wings with excitement as they cawed at them all. Though Tommy was confused, he decided to play along with the murder; talking back to them as if they had their own little language. Which was true. According to Phil, and from my own experiences, the crows can understand us. While the king himself can understand them. I wish I could though, that'd make life so much easier with them.

"Hey!" Wilbur called out to us, motioning us to come over. As we walked over towards them, I noticed that Tommy had taken his phone out and was now typing on it. "You two can stay with us if you want to. You know, be in the video and all. I mean, you already introduced yourselves to the camera. So why not just... stay?"

"Uhh, sure, I guess," I shrugged, smiling a little. I blogged, sure, but I never really showed my face on my blog. So I, and Phil, weren't really the best at being on camera. Unlike the three men standing opposite us. "What about you Phil; you okay with it?"

"I do not really understand what is going on, as well what this is all about and entailing, but I guess I do not really have a choice in this matter. Do I?" Phil sighed out at the end, glancing over at me every few seconds throughout his tiny rant. I shrugged again in response, not really knowing what to give him as an answer. As we watched the three men, I felt my hand become warm; another hand wrapped around my own. "I am sorry. I just... I just need to be comforted from whatever they had just informed us about."

"It's okay Phil," I assured him, keeping a hold of his hand with gentle ease. I could tell it calmed him. "I don't mind anyway."

"That is good to know," He smiled back, keeping his hold on my hand. When the three of them were done doing whatever they needed to do at that moment in time, Tommy finally put his phone away. His quiet demeanour now rampant with the one everyone knew and loved.

"Okay!" The blonde boy exclaimed, placing a hand of his on his hip. "What should we do next?"

"Well," Phil's voice trailed off for a second or two, remembering something as he began to continue speaking. "Y/N and I were going to investigate the faraway building atop the mountain - or perhaps hill. It is quite difficult to tell from such a long distance away."

"Hmm, that seems like a fun idea," Tommy smiled brightly, turning to the other two that were watching his small, chaotic actions. "What do you two think?"

"Good enough for me," Wilbur shrugged, turning his head over to George. The camera's lens now face to face with George himself. "What about you?"

"I don't mind."

"Whelp, seems we've come to an agreement," Tommy proudly informed us, like we were stupid or deaf, as he crossed his arms with small little nods throughout his words. All I could do was sigh at the boy's slightly, and semi-confusing, cocky attitude, before we began to walk over towards the building so far away from where we were at. Wilbur and George stayed in front, talking to one another about something I couldn't hear. Or maybe even understand. It was so fucking loud at Alton Towers, it could've been both for all I knew!

"So is this your first time here as well?" I asked Tommy, watching him pull out his phone again out the corner of my eye. He glanced up at me as I finished my question, his lips parted as he thought of his response.

"No, not at all," He chuckled a little, waving his free hand slightly around. "We've actually been here once before to make another video, but it's a few years old at this point. So we thought, 'hey, why not remake it?' You know?"

"Understandable," I mumbled out, noticing Phil was more preoccupied with a crow that was sitting on the back of his hand. Both of them speaking in their crow language I wished to understand. "Seems like Phil's having fun in his own way."

"What is even going on?" Tommy asked, typing again on his phone as he glanced back and forth towards his phone and the king. Confusion blatantly written all over his face as if he was an open book.

"They're talking to one another," I answered, looking back over to Tommy for a second before looking back down at the pavement. I didn't want to trip or anything. "Speaking the language of crows; whatever its proper name is. I don't know. Phil hasn't really told me yet."

"Ah, makes sense now," He mumbled out, pausing his texts for a second before continuing after saying a simple continuation to his sentence. "I think."

"Yeah, you're not alone there," I sighed, looking back down at our hands to see they were still clung together like beautifully woven lace. I looked back over to Tommy, who had just finished texting his part to the other recipient. "Who you talking to? If that's okay for me to ask."

"Oh nobody important, for you anyway. They're important to me," Tommy answered, smiling brightly as he continued to speak about them to me. "She's so beautiful, and she's everything of importance to me. I care so much about her and she cares about me just as much!"

"May I know her name?" I smiled with that of a mother, interested in Tommy's small, but happy, rant.

"Oh, of course!" Tommy's smile became brighter than ever, I swore I saw sparkles in his eyes. I heard the crow Phil was talking to finally finish their conversation, glancing over to the two to see the crow was now cuddling into his hand. I looked back with a smile, nodding my head to allow Tommy to continue speaking. "She doesn't like her name being thrown around all the time; she likes her privacy. But her nickname is Em!"

"Such a pretty name-" I squeaked in pain as my hand's bones felt as if they were crushed; Phil's hand squeezed my own tightly, almost as if it were a disease to be eradicated. I whipped my head 'round to glare at him, only for all anger to be gone. Instead replaced by worry. Phil looked terrified as he stared at Tommy, even the crow on his hand was silent - which is never a good sign. "Phil? Are you okay?"

"Is, per any chance, your partner's full first name Evelyn?" Phil asked, his voice almost in a whimper as he got to the end. I glared at the man, ready to smack his shoulder for being so rude. Phil seemed to notice my annoyed state, as his eyes widened as his eyes locked mine. "I am sorry for sounding so rude-"

"That doesn't matter right now Phil," Tommy waved his hand as I turned to look at him, his eyes wide as well. His muscles seemed tense; his posture stiff. I tilt my head to the side as we wait for him to continue. His breathing halted for a second before he seemed to calm down enough to continue speaking. "How the fuck do you know Em's name?!"