Sharp pain emanating from his left shoulder blade caused him to jerk awake from his sleep. Clutching his back, he shot up in a sitting position, covered in cold sweat.
It was winter solstice again, the darkest night of the year.
Sighing, he could only recall a gunshot, and a icy voice, saying:
"It's been a while, since I have extracted a ba without a contract. I will make sure you never eavesdrop into, ah- 'grown up discussions', again."
He abhorred the memory in every way possible, if he could call it a memory. He knew that this incident never happened in his life, and this started ever since he agreed to be a part of the lucid-dream cultivation research that his crazy Professor was conducting.
Even though he wasn't a part of his research anymore, once this started, it never stopped.
He had thoroughly searched what a ba was, it was from ancient Egyptian scriptures, apparently some ability of the soul to fly. Along with a the ka, the armour of the soul and the ankh, which allowed the soul to be morphed into any form, it formed the "principal aspect of the soul".
He glanced towards the window, where the snowflakes seemed to be falling endless abyss. Too many thoughts raced his mind.
A sudden movement caught his eye.
Peering outside the window, he trained his vision on top of a solitary electrical pole.
A raven!
A raven was a rare sight, especially in the bustling streets of New York. But that wasn't what bothered him.
The bird seemed to be looking directly at him.
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The Black Bird.
Mystery / ThrillerA story that combines magical realism and crime, a modern take on an old mythological belief. This piece introduces you to the psychological perspectives of a criminal mind and as well as that of the alleged hero, both of whom have a hard time gras...
