The sky was part of the darkness. It stretched across all the land. There was nothing up there except for the crows. They meant death.

I walked from the roof of my family’s small home and into the desolate kitchen. I had been living alone like this for seven years now. I had no hope that father would return from war and that my mother would rest peacefully in her grave. There was no peace in my family. It was all chaos.

I turned to the door and ran out to the street. When I saw that there was no one in the streets I panicked. My eyes where drawn to the sky which I knew was a mistake. There was a plump dark crow soaring through the sky.

When you see a crow it will not kill you but someone else in your family. Since I have no one I pondered who it would kill. Who the gods would steal.

I stepped back inside, shutting my eyes tightly as to escape the horrible mistakes I had made.

“Open your eyes,” a mysterious crackuling voice. Similare to a fire states.

“Get out of my head.” I screamed. I put my heads to my ears and collapsed to the floor. The voice continued to asked me to open my eyes whilst a horrible ringing siren beater through my mind. It caused a horrible headache.

When I finally couldn’t take the sounds anymore I opened my eyes and felt my forehead. It burned like fire. “Turn around,” the voice from my head said. It was in the back of my mind. I felt the back of my head wich had stretched. I screamed and shut my eyes again. That’s when the back of my head popped from being stretched. I felt the cool blood pool around my head and the tears stream down my face. The voices both came in and out of my skull.

It was over. I was dead and know would become one of the many crows to soar through the sky and bring full darkness to the world as that would be the only thing to satisfy the pain that lingered in death.