Crow Magic

Magic can come in any form.

      I thought that I would surely die, listening to my History teacher rant on about folklore. The hot sun was seeping in, air conditioner broken, and it made my legs stick to the cheap plastic chair. Why, oh why, did I choose to wear shorts today? Only two more weeks until summer break, two more weeks...I thought. I decided to tune into what my History teacher was saying, because the class seemed interested.
     "I know of this old rhyme about when you see a crow." she said, then chanted the rhyme,"One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth. It means if you see one crow, you'll have sorrow, two crows, and you'll have mirth. And so on." she said, and one kid raised his pudgy hand to ask what mirth went. I groaned mentally, and went back to tuning everyone out.

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     The bell finally, finally, rang. The kids jumped from their seats and raced out the door, not bothering to say goodbye to the teacher. My friend Hazel walked home with me, and she met with me by my locker.
    "Hey, Nicole. Y'know that rhyme that Ms. Wydell told us today?" she asked me. I nodded.
    "Yeah," I closed my eyes and repeated it. "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth." Hazel nodded.
     "Yeah that one. Well, I was thinking. Back in elementary school, when we walked home, there were always two crows hanging on a fence on the route home. I was thinking that we should go there and try to find them, to see fi the rhyme is true." she suggested.
     "Cool. Let's go." I said, and we started walking. It didn't take that long to get to the familiar forest-y path, filled with rosebushes and birds. We began looking for them, searching the trees, and doing strange bird calls. After about an hour, we got tired.
     "I give up. I have swim practice in an hour, and I have to get home." Hazel announced. I nodded.
    "Yeah, let's leave. Too bad we didn't find them though." I said.
    "Maybe they left when we left." Hazel said.

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     My parents were arguing again. I could hear them through the thin walls, screaming. My dad's voice sounded horse, and my mom sounded like she was crying. I couldn't stand it anymore. I put on my hoodie, and laced my converse up. I walked up to the front door.
    "I'm going for a walk." I said to my parents. My mom acknowledged me with a slight nod. I opened the door, and walked out, slamming the door behind me.


    I didn't know where I was walking to. All I knew was I needed to get away from home, and fast. I began pushing my way through bushes, past trees, and over fences. Until I reached a familiar path. A forest-y path, filled with rosebushes and birds. I gasped, because a saw two familiar figures. Two elegant black crows, their beady eyes boring into mine.
    "Why weren't you here before?" I asked them, not expecting an answer.
    "You'll never find us if you look." One said. I gasped.
    "You can talk?" I asked.
    "Yes and no. You do not see our beaks move, for we are not physically speaking. You hear us in your mind." I nodded, even though I did not fully understand.
    "Who are you?" I asked.
    "I am Feather, and my brother, the left one, is named Talon. We are crows." Feather said.
    "How come I couldn't hear you before?" I asked.
    "Today, you said the rhyme. That is like a magic spell in our world. It opens the mind." Talon said, speaking for the first time.
    "Can seeing two crows really bring mirth?" I asked.
    "It depends. Your mind must be open." He replied, making me more confused.
    "Is this a dream?" I asked.
    "Yes."  Feather said.



  And then I wake up. I check my clock, and it's past midnight. I'm still dressed in my clothes. I must have passed out. I sit up, and something soft and ticklish falls on my nose. It's a long black feather. I smile, and I know what the crows meant by magic. It's not the rhyme that opens the mind, its the belief. Its knowing that magic can happen in the world, and that there is the little unrealistic thing in our everyday lives. People who knew the rhyme felt happy whenever they saw two crows.  And that, is where the mirth comes in. Believing.

Author's Note

Short and sweet. Review and Rate.

Reviews

[DomCobbNolan]

Great writing!
This was a very fun story to read, and I thought it had a lovely message. Keep up the good work!

[StoryTailor]

Well, I cerrtainly enjoyed it, even if it was "short and sweet", but don't worry about that, it carries a good deal on it, no matter the length. I'm glad that I stopped by to read it. It's a great write.

[♪GetUse2MyMelodie..]

:) its a sweet story even if its short! i love it

[Bella-Marie]

I dissagree with the short, but totally agree with the sweet. It's a great, great story! I looooooooooved it! I'm going to try and find out how to add it to my favourites....