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.


4. Chapter 3: London, England 1977

Day 12: 
I woke up with a pounding headache and a strange feeling in my back startles me as I come to. I try reaching for my back to see what was there but instead, I'm greeted to the sight of wings. I start to freak out more and more the longer I stared at the wings, wondering what happened to me and why.

I look around at my surroundings in utter confusion before I suddenly realize what happened yesterday.

I flew here, I don't know how but I did. The only question now was, where was I? Or more accurately, what was I?

I suddenly became aware of the smell of river water nearby and that I stood on a narrow, old-fashion cobblestone path. A little ways down the path, I saw a black bird fly to the ground and peck at some seeds.

I stared at it with curiosity as it delicately picked up the seeds with precision. It became aware of my presence and stopped its pecking to stare back at me.

The bird stared at me with equal curiosity as I did. We stared at each other for awhile, not doing anything until suddenly, an extremely loud crackle of a gun made me squeal in surprise and duck into a bush. From what I saw despite the branches in my view, I watched a woman walk up to the dead bird with a sense of pride in her step.

"Bloody bird," she scowled, picking the creature up and placing it in a bush nearby. "That'll teach it to not mess with my experiments." she said to herself, brushing her hands off and shifting the seeds around with her foot. The woman walked off and I was left dumbstruck at what happened... not to mention extremely  confused.

I might want to think about leaving... And what the heck is that woman up to?? I thought to myself as I continued to stare blankly. The random but necessary thought made me blink and realize the urgency to leave. Hesitantly, I took a shaky talon forward and took a step...

I was exhausted by the time the scenic path ended into grand metal gates in the midst of a large metal city. Cars gently zoomed by as people casually walked along the pavement, talking about their days to others. I crawled through the bars of the gates and perched on a rock to rest.

As I sat peacefully, I spot a couple happily walking towards the park. Their eyes lock onto mine when they come nearer and they slow to a stop a few feet away from me.

"Blimey! I've never seen many crows in London!" The man exclaims in concern. His counterpart chuckles softly; "Jerald! That's a raven." she corrects. A raven? Is that what I am? I think to myself in realization. The couple was about to walk off when I suddenly found myself yelling out hello to the couple. It surprised me as much as it surprised the couple, but it filled me with joy to know I could speak still.

Meanwhile, the humans stared at me in fear and confusion by the gate as I quietly stared at them. "Hello." I said again. It was now when the wife looked at her husband with urgency in her eyes and ordered, "Jerald, I think we better go!" The man grunts in agreement and the two run off into the park.

I stare after them, hurt that I realize I'll just scare people away. But what the man had said still made me curious. I've never seen many crows in London. I hop off the rock and repeat the sentence over and over in my mind as I walk down the sidewalks.

Was I really in London? I look down at my slick black feathers and wish, instead, to see my pale human chest. I sigh sadly, and continue down the busy roads of, I guess, London. I gaze at the many different shops and restaurants in complete interest. Even the bigger buildings in the distance intrigued me.

As I blindly walked, staring at the many buildings, I suddenly bump into a newspaper rack. I scowl at it before hopping up and seeing the headline; Bird Boy Exists. I chuckled softly at the heading and hopped down from the rail. That was the most ridiculous heading ever...

The sun was beginning to be low in the sky when I found myself standing in front of a Gothic style, cathedral. I eyed the beauty of the large church and eventually walked up the steps. It was a hard task to do but eventually I reached the large doors.

As I sat trying to grasp my breath again, the doors suddenly swung open and forced me to jump into the bushes. But my curiosity got the better of me as the people filed out onto the path and walked away. I couldn't control myself when the doors started to close; I quickly scrambled inside and ducked behind the nearest...well...the nearest anything.

That something was actually underneath an old church pew. From what I saw from my hiding spot, two tour guides head to another group of guides and walk off down a hall, happily laughing and talking about their day. The noises slowly cease and soon all that could be heard is the quiet murmur of traffic outside and the clicking of my talons as I reemerge from the pew. I look around at the stained glass windows in awe and at the front where a statue of Jesus Christ on the cross was, as well as several religious paintings and the grand organ.

I look down at the sleek hardwood floor; my eyes reflect off the surface like two stars in an infinite black sky. I continue to walk along through the church, flapping my flimsy wings to try and fly and climbing any staircase I find. My goal was the roof, where I knew I would be safe and possibly learn how to fly. It was a journey that took forever, but the beauty of the cathedral made it worth the while.

Once I managed to open the last door to the roof. I released a sigh of relief...I made it.

I found a nice corner under a pillar and proceeded to make myself comfortable.

The rest of my evening was spent sleeping a deep but nightmarish slumber... 

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