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Winds of hopeful change the Rainbow Crow




Ventis
Legacy Name: Ventis


The Blacklight Fester
Owner: Faune

Age: 5 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: July 19th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 3rd, 2018


Pet Spotlight Winner
March 18th, 2020

Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 12
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Stock Worker


The raven sat atop a street light watching him with dark eyes. Expressionless, motionless - a black statue against a dimming sky. He had a fleeting temptation to scream and yell at the bird, to fling his angry words as though he was hefting a rock. His hurt felt nearly as heavy as one; he carried it in his chest, burning with each beat of his bruised and battered heart. It was this sweeping wave of sadness that washed the temptation away. Even though it would bring him temporary relief, he couldn't bear to put unkindness into the world. It had enough of that already, and he had experienced it first hand too many times to count.
His whole life sometimes felt like an unkindness. His best efforts and gentle heart were never enough to attain control, to steer his ship into a path of happiness and success. No control over who his parents were, over their selfish decisions that left him alone in a world too big and too complex for a child to navigate. No control over the system that had made him relive the crushing helplessness of abandonment; too old, it's time. No control over the bias of society, over those wary and untrusting eyes that rejected his offers to earn, that wrinkled their noses at his requests for help, that jeered at him and accused him of a colorful variety of wrongdoings that had led him to his lot in life.
And now, today. No control is exactly what he felt like he had. Three dollars to his name for the humiliating hours spent in the pouring rain and humid, heated aftermath. An empty stomach, an unshaven chin, a dingy jacket. It was all he could do to not cry here and now, alone except the Raven on this dusky street. All he needed was a little help, maybe $50 - riches to him - a warm meal, a laundromat, a hair cut. He had been so desperate for this job interview - but for all his hard work he remained empty-handed and heartbroken. He had come so close. He looked up again at the bird, a silent witness to his sorrow. "Hopefully you've had better luck" he mumbled softly, looking away dejectedly and morosely dragging his ragged shoes across the cracked pavement.
The raven flapped its wings just once, so slight as to be almost imperceptible and a solo breeze swept across the still night, sudden, cooling the mans hot skin and disturbing the gravel and sand underneath his scuffed and holey sneakers. He turned his head away, avoiding the red and yellow leaves that brushed across him, and something caught his eye. Something green, just a small corner protruding out from beneath some discarded rubbish. His breath caught. He couldn't allow himself to believe it, but he crept closer slowly and reached down with a small spark of hope alive again in his heart. It couldn't be true. Tears sprung to life in his eyes as he stood, open-mouthed in shock, frozen by the overwhelming joy and relief. A bent and wrinkled hundred dollar bill in his hands. Something he had never experienced. Where had it come from? He looked around in sudden panic, terrified that the rightful owner would be watching him, knowing he would be unable to choose against his morals, his treasure would be gone as quickly as it had appeared. But there was no one save the Raven, which fluffed its feathers quietly and preened. He tucked the treasure away, his heart full with new vigor as he hurried away, a new spring in his step, towards his future.
Looking back on this day, he would often say that the winds of change had come to him, a new lease on a broken life. Who would have guessed that a singular unexpected and serendipitous instant would be the beginning of it all - of wholesome business, of community and charity and change. One tiny moment like the first ripple in water, gliding out and impacting the world in ways he never would have imagined. Not that night at least, not standing dirty and defeated and alone on a dark street.
Well, alone except the Raven.




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