* Authors Note * I did not create the story line to the original Crow-
there for the name 'The Crow', that you know these stories to belong to, is
not mine. Please don't sue me for having the idea's for this. However,
every character in this story IS mine- especially Zane. I also did not come
up with the following words, propre notation has been given. This story is
also written in the first person- so don't shoot me! * End Note *
"People once believed that when someone dies.
A crow carries their Soul to the Land of the Dead.
But sometimes, something so bad happens,
That a terrible sadness is carried with it...
And the Soul can't rest.
Then sometimes, just sometimes,
The crow can bring that Soul back...
To put the wrong things right." -The Crow; James O'Barr
I heard this once, a child had said these very words to me that night. What night you might ask, the night where everyone realizes the potential they once had. A potential to be something great or to find something great, in other words, just to have a great life. I guess I'm sort of mumbling now, but I swear, those words rang within my ears just as the mumbling of my words are leaving my lips. I also suppose you are wondering who I am and what I meant by this great day. Well my name is Zane Trègedè, and I am talking about the day you die. I can see you now, sitting in your chair, glaring at my words, deciding whether to listen to my story or leave before it starts. I don't blame you, after all, you're listening to a dead girl. A dead girl, sounds funny to say doesn't it? Well, anyway, just keep your mind open if you decide to stay.
"People once believed that when someone dies.
A crow carries their Soul to the Land of the Dead.
But sometimes, something so bad happens,
That a terrible sadness is carried with it...
And the Soul can't rest.
Then sometimes, just sometimes,
The crow can bring that Soul back...
To put the wrong things right." -The Crow; James O'Barr
I heard this once, a child had said these very words to me that night. What night you might ask, the night where everyone realizes the potential they once had. A potential to be something great or to find something great, in other words, just to have a great life. I guess I'm sort of mumbling now, but I swear, those words rang within my ears just as the mumbling of my words are leaving my lips. I also suppose you are wondering who I am and what I meant by this great day. Well my name is Zane Trègedè, and I am talking about the day you die. I can see you now, sitting in your chair, glaring at my words, deciding whether to listen to my story or leave before it starts. I don't blame you, after all, you're listening to a dead girl. A dead girl, sounds funny to say doesn't it? Well, anyway, just keep your mind open if you decide to stay.