White Crow Grey Forest

The White Crow, Grey Forest

Shivering between the gray and the white, breathing—the scorched smell of the rubble after rubbing, the shrugged head had been lifted, and a few remnants of wings had long been unable to support the expectations of the distance.

The place to go is at the very edge of the continent. Close to Purgatory, close to the undead, close to the vicious cry. I should stay in a foreign land, next to bed bug cockroaches.

Too tired. Below the wings is a vast desert, an endless barrenness.

Too tired. The wings could not move the hot wind, the sharp claws had dried up, and the blood-red bones were exposed, glowing with black and brown light.

Suddenly, lightning rips open the silence of the forest. Suddenly the flying insect quieted its wings; the elk by the stream forgot to withdraw its tongue to drink water. Everything came so out of reach and so much.

The moment to judge my fate has finally come.

"I swear in the name of the family: we do not banish him because of his color; we do not despise him because of his color; we do not give up on him because of his color. This is God's will, this is God's arrangement." My father spoke sincerely to my family in his usual tone.

The mud in the middle of the valley is my favorite place to come. And now my family is dancing the familiar dance. I could feel their happiness, including my kind mother. 366 days have passed since birth, and although it is a day late, the lightning still comes. Finally, he could judge me as an outlier, and finally found a reason to give me a gift out of the family. How blinding a white crow is at this time!

Hoarse throats cursed my name, and the dust of the wings flapped my white feathers. A pair of dark and shiny claws paced with the rhythm. The resentment of everything tied me up in a circle during the happy dance of the family.

"Don't forget that you are an outlier of a family"

"Hurry up and leave, you white-haired monster"

"Let's go, kid, it's best if you can leave on your own"

"Get out, you scum of the clan"

"You cursed fellow, see, the gods are angry"

I don't know if they can still curse me when they're happy? It was a truly wonderful experience

It's not yet dawn, and I know I'm still here.

It was still dark, and my mother would still look at me with strange eyes.

It was still dark, and I could still take a closer look at my family.

I thought, I'll always love them. Until a long, long time.

Tearing off your tongue with a pink scratch is cruel. My mouth was bloody, and it tasted the same as the first time I stole eels from my house.

I finally don't have to argue, I don't have to doubt.

The crow without a tongue can only roar with an arrogant roar in its throat.

Without my tongue, I communicate with the world in my own language.

Without my tongue, I communicate with the world with my pink paws.

Without my tongue, I communicate with the world with my miserable white feathers.

When it is not possible to persuade others, silence is the only way.

When I can't convince myself, I throw my tongue away.

There was no need to say goodbye because I could no longer say hello. At this time, I should leave my family silently, and in the blank eyes and sighs, silently fly away.

When I was a child, I listened to the elders talk about a place called "Gray Forest". A safe haven for aliens and aliens.

With the target, the wings have the power to take off.

It smells of blood.

With tears in her eyes.