AN: Bonjour! Well this story here was a request I received a while ago that i'm just now posting (sorry). It wont be a long story but I just thought I share it before I goes away to some dark part of my head where most story ideas and planning goes. The main pairing in this story is MolAme (which stands for Molossia and America). If you don't know who the character is then I really suggest you go learn about the cute garcon!


Feathers whisked around in the whirling wind that was brought upon the land by the night's horrific storm. The crashing sound of thunder collided with the gawking calls of the ravens that spilled from the sky in mass numbers. Skies were pitch black from the heavy clouds that had no water to spill and replenish the land. The storm was brought upon not by nature's intentions, but the cause of something tragically off setting that shook the balance of the world below. Ravens fell faster from the sky, dead, as their still feathered bodies smacked the earth's floor. Not a second went by without a thud and knowing another life had been lost. The scene was too dark and would match the setting of a gruesome old fairy tell that even the witches would fear and barely dare to tell.

Despite the storm of the dead ravens and darkness all around the land, a boy with courage ran through the night in haste without missing a step. He panted as he swung his thin arms back and forth at his side to pick up speed because time was running out. He knew what was happening for these events to suddenly begin. It was something he feared greatly when alone but others told him to not think of it as a possible outcome. Truly he wished he could've believed the encouragement of the comforts given but the voice in his head told him not to.

The ravens crowed their one last cry before they fell limp in the rotted trees that they were perched in. The rate of their falling only grew the boys worries that he was already too late. Quickly he dashed over roots and swerved between washed out trees, shoving through the dry branches that scrapped at his exposed skin.

The sound all around him of thunder and cries made it unbearable to the boy's ears. He couldn't even hear his own thoughts, let alone his rasping breaths. But he had to drown them all out and focus to find what he was looking for if he wasn't already too late.

Finally there was a clearing in the thick woods that he leaped to without hesitation in his pace. The grass grown in the patch was cold to his bare sore feet. It was slightly refreshing to feel instead of the floor in the dead forest from where he had raced.

He took a few steps forwards and swiftly glanced his tired eyes around for what he was looking for in the clearing. He didn't even know if this was the right place. His feet just seemed to carry him here without a right sense of direction of his own.

Something a yard away in the tall grass twitched and sent rubble of chills through the air, causing the boy's hair to flutter back. He caught his breath and took another suspicious step forward and that's when he caught sight of a hand being raised weakly from the tall grass, covered in blood.

The boy dashed forward to the limb and almost collapsed as he stopped and stood right before the figure that lay as though dead before. The man on the ground wasn't a man, but had the appearance of one. He had all the same features for a human except the man on the ground had long coal in color feathered wings that were over 7 feet each in length and were stretched outwards as though he were in mid-flight. But he wasn't in the skies soaring like it seemed; he was half dead on the ground like all the crows. It was as though he had fallen from the sky too.

The boy nearly jumped when the creature's eyes opened and looked to him, glazed over and dim of life. His mouth was slightly open to let the blood flow from the corner of his pale lips. The ravens that were still alive crowed out more frantically as though the air had been stirred.

The hand covered in blood switched and hovered to extend itself outwards in a pleading way for help. The young boy couldn't resist and grabbed hold to notice how cold the winged man was. His heart almost stopped when he felt the man's attempts to secure his hand around his. It was so pitiful that his knees gave away and he fell the ground next to the man stained in blood.

As dark as it was around them, the boy could literally see the light in the creature's eyes slowly fade in color. It was such a sad thing to see that the boy brought the hand to his lips and kissed the others blood covered knuckles before placing it to his cheek and leaning into his lovingly.

The man's pale lips twitched as he tried his best to smile. He dearly wished he could cup the boys beautiful face within his hand but he held no more strength left in his broken body. He was running out of time and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now that the boy was here. He'd been clinging onto life till he finally arrived to his side.

They stayed still in their movement for so long that the boy didn't notice that the crows had stopped and it was completely silent. He was too lost looking into the man's blue eyes that were locked to his, scared that if he looked away they might close.

The sky was still filled with storm clouds but with the lack of dark feathers in the wind, it wasn't as invisible to see now. The boy left the mans eyes for a spilt second to see that something was pointing out from his chest

It was an arrow.

The winged man had been shot down like some hunted animal for sport. It broke the boy's heart as he thought of the man spinning through the air till the crushing blow of his limp body hitting the ground.

The man noticed that the boy had seen arrow and that his death was certain. He had wished that he had slipped from life before he could see the dear boy cry. That was the last thing he wanted before death. The boy's tears started to stream down his face and his breath began to stutter. It wasn't right to see the young one cry, but a part of him was glad that he would for him.

The arrow was through the man's blood soaked chest right where the heart was to be. Indicating that the shot had been no miss fire or accident.

The boy had no words as he watched the man's eyes fade to a grey color and his tired eyelids finally fall. He saw his chest rose one more time before it was still. The hand on his cheek grew heavy and dull but he still held onto it more tightly despite the inner pain of the fact that it was lifeless.

The boy finally gave in and sobbed for the winged man who was brought down by the arrow. Forced to grounds when he belonged in the sky. No more would farmers have need for a scarecrow or people jump when alone in the woods and birds crocked. Nights from now on were going to be filled with a nervous silence.

The Crow King was dead.


AN: If you lovely readers would like to read more then I suggest you review and tell me what you think, eh?