Solo Of Friends and Crows

[Fetiro]

The past week had been grueling. Fetiro had made his mind up on doing another little project, partially to give him something to do, part to take his mind off of his crippling loneliness. The first and arguably hardest part of any good malediction creation, collecting proper materials. Over the past week Fetiro had captured 2 ravens using a basket, a stick, and some bread and tied them up so they didn't fly way. After catching them he kept them in the box so they were ready when he needed them, which would be very soon. Caws filled his house, probably bringing up hundreds of questions from his neighbors, not that he cared what they thought, however the caws were beginning to annoy him and he rushed to clear the table and lay out his tools. He grabbed the razor from his bag and sharpened it then he grabbed one of his black feathered hostages he wanted to make this quick for the poor birds. He sat the bird in a bowl and held a hold of it's back. The with the razor in his other hand he stuck the razor into the spine just where it meets the skull severing its head and letting the blood drip into the bowl. He did the same for the other bird, the blood filled halfway up the bowl. He sat the heads to the sides and began to de-feather the birds, He picked out the fullest feathers the one with them most sheen the ones that felt 'right' to him. he set the feathers aside and began working at the skulls.

An hour later he had finally finished carefully cleaning the skulls, and cuts or changes to the skull would lessen the power of the creature's soul held within. Fetiro grabbed the small bowl of blood, he knew that including more of the creature would make a better creation. He began the difficult and precise work of painting the malediction circles on the skulls then set them to dry. As they dried Fetiro sat and thought, fidgeting with the leather cord he was going to use to finish the creation. An hour later he painted another coat of blood on the skulls and sat again. Another hour, last coat. After the last coat dried the man dipped his brush in the blood and wrote a small word in the circles, the word "Ala" a word in the ancient tongue meaning "up, above, sky, heavens, that which is unreachable." After they dried he pulled out his cleaned razor and cut his finger, dropping a drip of blood on each. The blood soaked into the circles, skulls, and feather. The circles were activated and a slight breeze blew around the room. As it did the man spoke over the skulls, in a low almost tearful voice.

"The wind whips through my hair
whispering to me of the memories we did once share

The wind is a spiteful bliss
reminding us of the ones we miss

darkness is the tune she plays
sadness is the punishment she lays"

He strung the skulls on the leather cord along with some of the feathers, creating a talisman that looked like an evil witch's fetish. Was this any different then that? . Fetiro placed the talisman over his neck the leather cord felt at home and the almost unnoticeable weight gave the man a sense of safety, the feeling you get when you are near someone you care about, and he was, he was near to power near to magic near to one of the few things he and his master shared

It felt pretty good all things considered.

[Ruvya]

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