The Owl and The Crow

Chapter 10: A Feeling

Miranda's POV

You looked out your bedroom window and watched the sun set over the village. That was one advantage of being the village priestess, you got a secluded home in the mountains, away from everyone else. You had already sent Shara to work for Alcina and her daughters, making sure to give her a strict warning to not get on her bad side. You also gave Alcina and her daughters a warning to not kill Shara...well not yet at least, that woman's been through enough.

You still wondered what had happened to K, although you could care less what happened to the girl as she wasn't a good match for your Eva, you were still curious about the demon inside her. Demons. You still couldn't get over the fact that they were real, let alone everywhere. That made you think...was there one near you right now? Attached to your body and soul, feeding off your anger? Your pain? You shook your head, there was no need to dive deep into something you had no knowledge about. Or was there?

The only person who really knew about them, who had learned their ways and behaviors was Misty. That girl, no that woman. There was something off about her. From what she told you, she was old, older than you. You took a pen and some paper and began to do some basic calculations.

"So she was born June 11th, 1662," you begin to mutter, "And it's currently..."

You look up at the calendar on your wall. 'May 18th, 1967' it read.

"So some simple math would mean that Misty is..." you gasp at the number, rapidly blinking before redoing the math again.

"By the Black God." you muttered

She was about 304 years old. She was five years off, but she was still much older than you. You were only 96, 96 years old. That was a 208 year difference.

"There's no way." you babbled, "There's no way she's lived that long."

You fall into a nearby chair and run your fingers through your blond hair. Your eyes land on a single white feather nearby. You had picked it up when Misty had shifted into an owl when you first met her. You had no idea why you picked it up, let alone kept it, but you did. No matter how hard you tried, your body seemingly refused to throw it out. You pick it up and twirl it in your hands. Aside from the black spots that peppered the feather, it was pure white, like a fresh blanket of snow...like her wild hair.

You shake your head and set the feather down before turning back to the window. It was beginning to get darker and you decided to get some rest. Maybe a few hours of sleep would help you. You slip into a sleek white nightgown and climb into your large bed before closing your eyes and drifting off into the realm of dreams.

***

"Mama, Papa!" Eva called, running into the kitchen where you and your husband were sitting and having your morning cup of tea.

"No running in the house Eva, you know this." you told your daughter

She skidded to a halt and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Can we go to the market today?" she asked, her icy blue sparkling.

You glance at your husband. A deadbeat man nearing his 60's who you were only married to because of an arrangement from both your parents. At this point the only reason you were both still married was for Eva, the only thing that brought you happiness.

"Of course darling, but I'm unsure if Papa can today."

He just glances at you before going back to his paper, but still answers.