Its small but powerful wings flapped against the wind, our Nevermore coursing through the air with no real goal in mind

Though, its lack of goals didn't mean its mind was empty. It was wondering what was wrong with the light being.

A lot had happened when the lighter person decided to stop its tantrum, and its lack of nothingness didn't stop the bird brain thinking of everything that happened - before and after.

At first, it was the utter chaos that the distressed went through. Never in its life had it seen something like that.

Granted, its only knowledge was the information randomly given to it at times (which it still didn't understand), and the little it could compile from its experiences in the Darklands. But still,

It was fascinated.

It couldn't tell what it was doing through, but it could tell from its actions and expressions that it was an obviously bad feeling.

Sadness, perhaps? Even with its one example, it would say that that was a good basis.

And after the rant? After the outburst of...

Anger.

After that outburst, it had just stopped. Making sounds like it was hurting? Yes. Maybe.

When it had stopped and just laid there, it didn't know what to think. Was its earlier proposition correct? Had it really been broken?

After hours - and hours it had spent slowly getting closer - it had decided to test it.

It had pecked her. And a few more times after that for the dormant cub.

To the outsider, it might have looked humorous, but the look it had given itself was one with so many devolving emotions, that the act had shocked it.

The few words it said after - which it still didn't understand - didn't seem like it was much directed at the rude bird, and more at the situation it was in. It had simply just shooed it off with its hands, which only resulted in it taking flight and hovering outside the stylised window.

Getting the best it might get, the blood-shot light went over to some slab. Not at all uncomfortable looking, but her appearing so. After an approx of an hour, it once again lay still.

Odd. So odd.

The Nevermore came back from its daydream. Wondering what "feelings" and "sleep" was. Was it necessary for the light to function? Is it more powerful because it had it? Was its kind weaker for its lack of feelings, and lack of hibernation?

It couldn't say for sure, but it knew that if it tried attacking any of the other dark creatures, the light'd get taken down easily, under the swarm of darkness.

Speaking of, a noticeable change had gone over the area, and it got slightly less dimmer. It seems like the light of the sky has returned. Coincidentally, is the lighter flesh being also up? It wouldn't be far-fetched to think it is.

Well, up or not, figures it'd have time to do so with how long it will take to get back. It couldn't say that it minded the extra flying time, though.

Once more, a tiny Nevermore that was somehow capable of standing out in the midst of darkness of the land and its brothers, showed up near the palace. And again, it hears the sound of shouting once more.

Except this time, another voice carried along with it.

Beside the younger flesh being, there was a much taller, much broader, also made of flesh being. The two looked to be arguing about something, but it seemed more sided towards the taller of the two.

Like usual, it still couldn't understand, but instead of simply standing there, it tried to at the very least register what they were saying.

The older one started talking, sounding calm with whatever the situation was. "Nau, ai ˌunda'stænd jur jyuŋ ænd d'lirias 'baut jur ˌsit'eithan, bat ju nid to sta 'weriin. Jul bi fain sou lon az ju du az jur tould."

"Ju- Ju kænt du dis! Ju kænt kip mi hir... ai av æ houm! A 'fæmeli! Ai gat a plaes te bi ænd-"

"Shh... Non av dat 'mæterz nau. Jur wid Salem, and wid her, ju hav 'purpas. Si kan meik ju a'nu, meik ju 'samthin 'betar! Av muts mor iuz dan ˌwaˈtevar ˈdrivel av ˈdesteni ju had bæk at saˈsaiti." It couldn't tell what the last word was, but the broader being whispered it with such disdain, that it shifted a little further from the two.

"A-Aim..." the lighter one seemed to take a breath, before speaking again. "Ai dount 'wona bi 'samthin 'betar. Ai 'wona bi a 'sam'wun! Pliz... geast let mi gou. Ai wount tel eni'wan."

As a response, it got nothing. Nothing other than a mutter, and a few curses it couldn't quite hear, much less interpret.

"Wi kan tawk 'leitar, 'Sindar. Du az jur tould. Tink ave it az 'houm'werk from bi'for," and with everything that needed saying said, it turned to a closed opening, and started walking towards it.

"We-weit nou, pliz! Ai- pliz! Geast dount liv mi a'loun, not wid..." the sound of it was stopped when the door was forcefully closed.

After that moment, little else could be heard except the ambient sounds of other Nevermores cawing, and the light's false hopes' steps echoing further and further away from the light's room.

Slowly, expecting what was already there, it turned and met eye to eye with itself - the Nevermore.

Its expression seemed to shift from teary-eyed, to steeled in a few moments. Only to crack and leave her with a pained expression.

Too early to do much of else, it seems like it decided to do whatever the older one told it to do. It sat down near some sort of furniture, and opened up something that fluttered about when it opened, having several thin white leaves with something written in them.

Minutes have passed, and it had wondered if its awkward conversation partner had fallen dormant once more. Wouldn't surprise the nightmare bird, if it were being honest.

But, no. The sound of whatever it was holding smacking against the paper leaves, then the wooden equipment it standing on, and then directly to the floor. The one who threw it didn't seem to notice, as it marched towards the hole in the wall it was at.

It had sprung its wings to dodge whatever rage the smaller one would try and send to it, but it had just decided to take the other side - even going as far as moving the chair that was nearby - and just plopping down on it.

It stared. It stared at it, as it stared out into the nothingness that was quite literally filled with nothing. What was out there, it didn't see. Or maybe the bigger-than-it being was doing what it did during flights.

Maybe it was just doing it for the feeling of freedom. Both of them knew - one more than the other - that it was trapped.

As it got closer, the other gave it a quick glance as it moved each step, and with each step, its stares got a little longer. When the bird was close enough for the bigger one to reach out and touch it, it just lay there. Staring at it, before it decided to stare into the sky as well.

It had little to do, and if it was allowed to do this, it doesn't see why not. It had little else to do, and the light being didn't seem to have a goal; not like its brethren.

After a few minutes, it relaxed a little and let out a small exasperated sigh from its mouth. Along with words it still couldn't understand.

"Ai geast 'wana gou houm..."

AN: For those of you that don't understand what they were saying, don't worry. They are actual words, just very simplified phonetics of actual words. But even if you don't understand them, don't fret; our little Nevermore doesn't either.

Also, really sorry that the chapters are so short, I'm really trying on making them bigger, but it's a lot harder than it looks.