This a story about a girl and a boy. I knew the girl very well, more than the girl ever would realise. The boy wasn't a boy at all. He has a body of a bird but a heart of, not a human but a lot more. I think I need to tell this story from the beginning, this all happened after my life on earth. It all started with this little girl and a black raven...

The little girl is running so fast that her skinny and short legs could. The raven in her arms was hurt by an arrow and he didn't have a long time left. The girl was small and skinny, she had a white knee-length dress, but the dress was so dirty so it couldn't be called white anymore. Her long, curly and blond hair which was tangled. Here and there you could find small twigs and dried leaves in her messy hair. Her face was small and resemble the face of an angel if she would wash her face more often. She had a pair of blue sparkling eyes that threatened to drain tears. Her tiny nose and thin lips had a red pink colour, and her cheeks were red from all running.

The raven she held in her arms was as black as the darkest night. One of its wings had been badly hurt so it was gleaming red in the light because of all the blood. The raven had also received a wound under its left eye. The raven looked at the girl and gave a hoarse croak.

"Don't worry little friend. I'm going to help you." The girl whispered to the raven and was still running on the small path. The woods began to be thicker and thicker. 'She is running on a small path in the woods to nowhere. Where does she think she is running to get help?' the raven thought. But the whole the time the little girl was running she heard her father voice in her head repeatedly saying what he used to say before he passed away.

"If there is life it's never too late." The girl whispered to herself and remembering her father. She truly believed in those words. Now, the forest began to disperse more and more. The little girl could now see what she had been looking for. The old church, or more likely what is left of it. It began to rain, so the little girl hurried to get inside the church to not become soaking wet.

The stone church had been abandoned a long time ago. The church was built of big stones and had what was left of the big and beautiful windows in the most beautiful colours and motives. But the ceiling had large holes here and there letting the rain come through.

The little girl walked slowly into the church to the stone altar with the raven. She put the raven slowly and carefully on the altar. She fell to her knees and took her crucifix she always had with her which was sitting on a leather strap around her neck and clasped her hands around it. She closed her eyes and began to pray.

"Please God, save this little and innocent creature who has been a victim of the human's cruelty."

She sobbed, her tears mixed with the rain that fell through the large holes in the ceiling. The raven tried to croak to say to her to not worry. But failed, the pain was too big.

She cried for a while, but soon the light day turned into a darkening evening. The girl felt her eyelids became heavier and heavier and it became harder to not fall asleep when she closed her eyes. The little girl tried one last time to open her eyes, but failed.

But before she fell asleep she could hear the raven croak one last time of pain. 'Please, don't die, please…' she said in her head

The little girl slowly opened her eyes. The sun was shining through the ceiling. She was still little wet and very cold after the rain. She sneezed. Then she remembered the raven. She looked on and around the altar but couldn't find the raven, he was gone.

There the raven had been was only a black feather and patches of dried blood. The little girl began to cry. She had failed to save her little friend and now he was gone. She shivered off the cold air against her bare arms and legs and sneezed between her sobs. She was starting to get a nasty fever with a cold. Slowly she lost her consciousness.

"Mother, please. Father! Father!" Tears flowed down the girl's cheeks. She was in the big dark room, her mother a few meters to her left and her father to her right. Her parents tried to reach to her, but they couldn't. Slowly did they disappear and red coloured fluid beast meandered toward the girl. Slowly it meandered its way up on her legs. She felt the warmth of the liquid, the next second she knew what it was...blood. She screamed in terror and tried to run away but she couldn't move. The blood coloured her legs red and it continued to meander up on her arms and face. She closed her eyes and screamed from the top of her lungs, and it disappeared. But now she could feel something cold between her small fingers. She held a blood-stained dagger. She could hear her parent's whispers.

"Murderer! Murderer!"

"How could I give birth to a child like you? You are a murderer!"

"You are not a child of mine."

"Please, stop…please! I didn't do it on purpose." the little girl cried who was red of the blood. Then she heard an unfamiliar voice.

"How could you leave me to die?!"

"No! I didn't do that!" the little girl screamed.

Author's Note

Hello! This is the first chapter of this story. I going to keep this author's note short. But I'm going to try to update this story every or every other Sunday.