I tried to climb further up the tree to reach for the bird . Suddenly my foot slipped on some moss and I started my Decent through the air, but before I hit the ground a hand grabbed my upper arm. Instead of a raven sitting in its place was a man. He had messy black hair that was caked in dirt along with his skin, but his face it has lots of faint outlines of scars the were only visible because of their lighter colour.
He lifted me up on until I was firmly sat and a sturdy branch. I kept my eyes on his eyes, there was something oddly familiar about them like they had been in my life for a lot longer that the 30s which he had just appeared in. Then I realised how impossible it was for him to be there, he was no there before no one was and there was no time for him to have claimed the tree to catch me. And surly it would have been easier to catch me from the ground.
I looked towards the ground trying to figure out where he had came from and when I looked back up he was gone. And there sat the raven once more.
