Tears poured down my face as I watched the liveliness drop from her face. My daughter Raven,--only a week old--had become severly sick. So sick that when she tried to cry everything came out instead as body-wracking coughs. The doctor had told my husband and I to cleanse her ill body with water.
After hearing this, my husband, Alder, had immediatly told our seven sons to get as much water as possible.
All we could do now was wait.
Septimus was mad. How come Ingram got to carry the bucket, but he, the youngest, didn't? It made him... well, it made him furious.
"Ingram, let me hold the bucket," Septimus demanded, with little politeness.
"No," he sneered back with venom.
Suddenly, they were on top of each other. All that was visible were two blurs of blond hair and a brown bucket.
This went on for a couple of minutes untill the oldest brother, Brandon, broke them apart. He held them by the cuffs of their necks as they hit the air with frenzied fists.
"Wait... What happened to the bucket?"
The two boys froze. What had happened to the bucket?
The tension in the air was so great that you could cut it with a knife and you could hear a pin drop a mile away in the stony silience that had befallen them.
"Errrr... We don't know!" Ingram inwardly flinched at the blunt answer his brother had given.
Out of impatience, their father had taken to pacing in circles, waiting for his sons to arrive. Soon his patience grew thin and he wished something that he would regret for years to come.
"How I wish those sons of mine would become ravens , so they would live a life of shame as a witch's pet!" he said this all with scorn that, unfortunately, it came true.
At that exact moment. each of the seven brothers experienced a shiver-down-the-back transformatuion of becoming a raven.
From this day on, they would stay like that, imprisoned in a bird's body.
A/N: i no this one ABSOLUTELY sux, (considering i wrote it all in one night for a homework assignment)... but a review would be nice, either way...
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