The One Winged Crow

Struggle for Life

  "How long had it been since I last heard the familiar and comforting sounds of home? Weeks, Months, Years maybe? I don't know nor do I care anymore."

This is what Clarabell was thinking as she laid in the ditch she now called home since that fateful day all those years ago.

Her left wing had dulled from a beautiful snow white to a dull almost gray color and was also beginning to tear at the end due to neglect, her once white dress originally made to match her wings were permanently stained at the back with her own blood and covered with dried mud from living in a muddy ditch, her once long and neat pitch black hair was now messy and short; the reason for her long hair now being so short had been due to both stress and malnourishment, her frame was unbearably skinny from lack of food and with autumn becoming winter only made it harder to survive as it was now cold and chilly as winter was around the bend; Clarabell predicted that the first snowfall would be here very soon and that meant trouble for her because she now lived and fed off the vegetation that grew near the hidden ditch even rodents that either fell into her ditch or was found dead.

But since winter was so close the vegetation had since withered and the rodents in hiding, she basically now had nothing to eat, so she decided to move to another part of the forest to find some food and so she picked up her right wing which she had kept clean and in perfect condition, the wing served as a reminder of the life that the humans took away from her.

She felt that she was the one to blame for the deaths of the fairies that had been in the carts if only she had voiced her suspicions then maybe they would be alive, at home with their loved ones.

She hugged her right wing at the thought of her homeland, but she hasn't left this towns forest so far away from her own because she was scared that the rest of the "merchants" finding her again and this time she would no longer have the advantage of flight, another thing the humans had taken away from her.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the grumbling of her stomach; the hunger was painful as she didn't eat for long periods of time wanting to make the food she has stocked up to last.

She got up, crawled out of the ditch and had her right wing with her clutched to her chest as a badge of courage and went off to find something to eat.

Clarabell's Pov

It felt like hours since I was walking I looked up to see the sun setting meaning the dangerous creatures of the night would be waking up soon to go on the prowl, but I kept going anyway ignoring the pain in both my stomach and my legs but again I ignored it and kept walking, I started to see black spots in my vision. I tried to ignore it but the spots got bigger and bigger, my legs than gave out under me and I fell to the ground and not too long after Darkness engulfed my vision and I then felt my eyes start to close but not before feeling something fall on my hand it was solid only for a moment before melting; the first snowfall of the season had started.

(Sorry for this chapter being short the next one will be longer I promise)