A/N: Yet another 100 worder, inspired by all those crow noises you hear in the background when you play Days and you're on the clock tower :U
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Three jet black crows flew over the clock tower, feathers glistening in the warm hues of sunset. Xion was alone on the ledge and stopped her thoughts to examine them. She recalled Axel saying how they were pests that stole your food and left little "presents" in your hair as thank yous. He had looked rather irritated as he told them of it. But they certainly didn't look like pests- in fact, they reminded Xion of herself. Clad in the same colors and without a real home, their true home next to companions.
If only she could fly like them.