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The Black Dog (The Ballad of Songbirds)

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CHAPTER 1: THE OWL ASKS, 'WHY?' TO THIS, YOU MUST APOLOGIZE.

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I am, someone who until recent events..

Rain smudged Pearl's screen, surely frying the internal organs of her device. She simply stands there, wings dropped, staring ahead through the rain towards a car, as it drives off slowly.

You shared your secrets with, and your location.

A location blinks on Pearl's screen, the light from the device creating a glow effect in the darkness.

You forgot to turn it off

She stands there for awhile, watching the road as darkness turns to bleary grey and her friends leave. It's only when the brilliant yellows and pinks of sunrise finally break through does Pearl notice the time.

And so, I watch as you walk, into some bar called The Black Dog

Jimmy returns, helping Pearl up. 

"it'll be ok. He'll- he'll find a way back to us."

And pierce new holes in my heart

The doubt, the fear goes unspoken.

Those who enter the Guild never come out again. They both know this.

Do they?

You forgot to turn it off

Inside, they find everyone drinking tea or coffee. As if it's just another Sunday. As if nothing happened.

And despite the sharp feelings nawing at her, Pearl joins them. She sips and laughs and the day goes on, blurring with weeks and months.

Everyone says she'll be ok. That it'll be fine, it'll work out.

But there's the doubt, the sharp feelings that never stopped digging into her subconscious.

I just don't understand...?

How you don't miss me, in the Black Dog, 

Even as the assurances and the whispers and the murmurs and the 'we're so close to cracking it' hit her ears, she always doubts.

If he could come back, wouldn't he have already?

When someone plays 'The Starting Line'

Maybe he'd forgotten. Maybe he'd abandoned them, maybe he'd meant to.

Maybe he wasn't coming back.

And every time she said that, Pearl felt like shattering.

And you jump up, but she's too young, to know this song

She spent her days in half-thought daydreams, images of Grian as a holy saint flashing in her mind. 

"i bet he loves it there,"

She'd say in the darkness of her room.

That was intertwining the magic fabric of our dreaming..