Blood Raven


The sky mocked her, daring her. Though it knew she would lose. The dare was simple, take to the sky.

Just once would be enough.

Henri craned her neck, trying to follow the path of a bird, envy rolled of her in waves, practically visible to the naked eye.

Then, in a flash, her father sored across the sky, his obsidian wings drew in the light around him, like Apollo with a black sun. How she wished she could join him.

She spread her arms in the imitation of wings and ran, abandoning the basket of linin she’d previously been holding.

Faster and faster, her chest burned, cold air scalded her throat in a desperate attempt to breath. For one glorious moment, she leaped up, and it felt like flying.





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