Thana lay on the cool floor, and looked up to the heavens. Thank you, she whispered, as if it was a secret between her and the creator of the world. The wind brought a voice with it, If you really want something, the entire universe conspires for you to have it, it said. She returned a thin smile on her face, and got up. She brushed her wings off, and looked at them. Apart from the wounds on her belly, there was a new scar. Good, she thought, because there was no better reminder than a scar. She stole one last glance at the boy who had helped her, and flew away.
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Noir.
EspiritualThe tale of the thirsty crow, one we heard of since the beginning of time. But things are never as simple as they seem, are they?
