After getting kicked out of his home, eleven year old Edgar Craaven, is transformed into a raven by a crazed nature alchemist and is forced to survive with the help of his friend William Tuck. But after an almost deadly plane crash, Edgar finds himself thrown into a land that seemingly doesn't even exist. Now he's forced to survive in a strange world while at the same time falling head over heels for a beautiful young girl. However when she is murdered, Edgar begins to struggle to keep his sanity together.


3. Chapter 2: Watford, England 1977

"Careful, my brethren..." a soggy old man curled his fingers around an oddly familiar cup of liquid and stirred it with a small silver spoon.

"Excuse me?" I slur my words slightly and blink hard twice, although, one might've closed before the other.

The man looks up at me with sinister orange and green eyes, "I said unto you 'be careful'! Your soul is...clawing. It's begging to be set free...but a chain, holding it back. Set it free. Drink..." the lines that sunk deep into his face sunk deeper as he spoke. It was like a spell luring me into a trap I would later regret walking into.

The old man slid the liquid over to me and smiled with an evil glare. Thinking he was advertising a very strong alcohol, I hesitantly took it from him and tried a few sips.

The glassy beverage slid down my throat smoothly, but I cringe in disgust at the taste.

I looked up at the man, wearily about to comment on the taste, but his cruel grin catches me off guard. A sudden flashback through my intoxicated mind made me remember why this man's crumpled shape was so familiar... It was Hawky.

Upon realizing this, I became very hot and sweaty with fear, but I tried to remain calm and act like nothing was happening. Hawky clicked his tongue in pleasure and walked off into the back of the bar.

As my eyes followed his frail figure, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my back, as if something was tearing through the flesh from underneath.

I looked at the back of my hand and saw tiny feathers popping out of my skin like daisies. I forced my self to hide my fright but the feeling in my stomach told me to run.

The pain in my back was increasing rapidly, and soon I let out a distressed call. Many of the guests stared at me in curiosity, but the rest ignored me.

But a few seconds later, I screamed in agony when something came tearing out of my back. I fell off the stool writhing in pain when yet another wing blossomed and started growing glossy black feathers.

Most of the pub was now staring at me in shock and horror while an employee was calling Scotland Yard.

Through my pain, I somehow found the power to run out of the bar and stumble onto the streets as my body began to become covered in feathers.

A car screeched to a stop in front of me but the driver started freaking out before I could ask for help.

I felt like dying as I slowly felt my body crumbling beneath me. My wings had a sudden mind of their own and morphed with my arms, and, in my urgency, I began to lift myself into the air and fly away...

As I flew my body changed more. My feathers grew longer and my face turned into a long hard beak. My legs became short and talons grew in the place of my toes. Tail feathers appeared and kept me steady in the air as I struggled to fly through my blurred eyes and sore body.

I continued on flying, not sure where I was going or where I was. But I felt compelled to keep flapping my weak wings.


I blindly traveled through the grayness of the clouds while my wings ached from flapping and my eyes stung from the wind. I was tired, and still in pain, and I'm not sure how much time has passed now, but it seemed like hours, even days.

Within the clouds I felt it starting to rain again and thunder rolled above me, or around me. I wasn't sure anymore. All I knew was that my body was giving up now.

I started to fall through the clouds. To finally stop flapping and staying in the air felt like finally stopping a week's worth of nonstop push ups. My eye lids were very heavy and I even considered falling asleep and ending my life by plummeting to my death.

But no, I forced my eyes open and I gave a few more flaps to slowly parachute down to whatever floor awaited me.

As the ground grew nearer to me, the clouds parted. And when they did, I saw nothing but city for miles.

Below me was a small park, so I painfully glided down into the trees to attempt a soft landing. But apparently my body and nature disagreed and I collided with a branch that sent me free falling once again to the forest floor.

The branches cleared and the foliage below greeted me with a rock to the head...

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