Hey! My first AC story, short Halloween One-Shot posted right before midnight! :)
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A Chromic Halloween.
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Yan, a blackbird, gazed around at his surroundings. The cliffs rose behind him and held the upper part of town. In the distance a waterfall could be heard. Leaves spiraled from the Autumn colored trees.
And it was quiet.
Yan smirked, trying to blend in with the encroaching night, a simple shadow that could not be seen. He darted between the heavily forested area, dodging pitfalls and trip wires. He slowly crept past those who were exchanging cheery greetings and candy, their faces covered by masks.
For it was Halloween.
"Trick or treat!" he would call, frightening unsuspecting villagers. He was able to claim candy from everyone he came across, not once getting caught by the saying himself.
The night turned darker and the moon rose, casting a silvery light on this Halloween night. After yelling 'Trick or treat' at the last villager in town, Yan finally stopped his sneaking. He had gotten everyone! Well, everyone except Vesta, who had been absent, according to the other villagers.
Yan shrugged to himself, moving to his favorite resting spot, an orange tree he had planted after moving here, five years ago. He was surprised, thinking that five years had already passed him by in the town of Chromic.
The bark of the tree was as healthy looking as ever, the only mar being the small spiral he had carved into its side. He had once caught some one trying to cut down the tree, and after what he did the attempt was never made again. Oranges covered the heavily laden branches, some having fallen to the ground around the base.
The blackbird grinned at his tree and climbed, his eyes closed to prove to himself that he could do it blindfolded. He settled into a nook between two branches that had always held him perfectly, and reached for his pocket.
His wing brushed against something furry, and his eyes snapped open. Next to him, hanging in the tree was Vesta. She had her typical outfit on and her wooly curls were brushed as always. But that was not what made Yan jump back and scream a decidedly frightened caw.
Her eyes stared, unseeing, her mouth twisted in an expression of fright. I rope was around her neck, tight and sturdy. It extended to a branch right above her, holding tight.
Yan tried to call out, but a rope tightened around his own neck, having slipped around whilst the shock had frozen him. It pulled tightly and lifted him from the branch, cutting off his air. Wings scrabbled at the rope, but could not find purchase. He dangled from the end, and as blackness entered his vision he looked up.
There, shining from the tree, were a pair of luminous red eyes and an alabaster smile.