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.


12. Chapter 11: Brighton, England 1977 Day 20

It was late at night; very late at night. I'm not sure what time exactly, but the traffic of the city had died down and now, all I could hear, was the sound of the waves and the wind rustling through the trees.

I sat on the dirt underneath the tree Will slept in, absorbing the feeling of my human limbs again. I hadn't been my normal self since the time I showed Will what I could do, so I decided I would just sit and admire the park with a different perspective. But with every passing minute, I became more and more curious as to what the mysterious liquids in my satchel did. I hadn't tested them out, and there were no labels on the bottles, so I was absolutely clueless.

Eventually my curiosity got the better of me, and my hand suddenly started digging through the bag at my side. I pulled out the metal case that protectively held the vials together; it was made of brass, and decorated with nothing but the clasp that opened it. Inside the vials were pressed into a velvety cushion, arranged perfectly in a straight line. There were six vials total: two blue, one pink, a green one, a brown, and a mysterious dark red one.

Since red was my all-time favourite colour, my eyes immediately darted to the red vial at the end. I held the small bottle delicately in both my hands, examining the dark colour carefully. It looked like a bottle of blood, which sickened me slightly, but made me more curious if it actually was what I thought it was.

I popped the cork off the bottle and smelled the aroma the liquid inside gave off. It was surprisingly sweet, like a type of fruity candy; or, for more adult tastes, an exquisite wine. I put my finger on the opening of the vial and turned the bottle upside down to allow some of the mysterious substance to drip onto my finger.

I flipped the bottle right-side up again and lifted my finger. I cautiously looked at the dripping red liquid, before licking it off. The taste was identical to how it smelled, sweet and savory. I actually rather enjoyed it.

I waited a few seconds for something odd to happen to my body like how the necklace did... but nothing happened. I was confused at first, wondering why such a useless vial was put in with the rest of Hawkins' "magical" equipment. But eventually I dismissed it; being a naive child and wanting more of the delectable candy-like liquid.

I ended up drinking the whole vial and when the small glass jar was empty I couldn't help but notice I was strangely full, as if I had eaten a whole gourmet meal without stopping. I felt tired from the uncomfortable pressure in my stomach and eventually I fell asleep where I sat.

Day 21

"Blimey!" a distant, muffled voice aroused me from my sleep the next morning. I groggily opened my eyes and saw nothing but blinding sunlight. Eventually my blurry vision cleared and I saw William standing in front of my face, staring at me as if I was doing something strange.

I quickly sat up and looked at the bird with a surprised gaze, "What is it?" I wondered, thinking something might've happened while I slept and Will wanted to wake me to tell me about it. Will grunted in confusion and flew to my knee.

"No! Nothing 'appened, boy... but what the devil are ya doing down 'ere? You look like a bloody orphan on the streets! Get up before somebody sees ya." Will ordered in a scolding tone. I obeyed him without hesitation and looked around at my surroundings quickly. Nobody was in sight so I quickly morphed back into a raven and flew back into the tree.

"Edgar, what were ya doing on the floor?" William asked me once we settled on a branch. I gave him an innocent stare.

"I couldn't sleep, I just wanted to sit and think." I said honestly, but leaving out the information about the vials. Will seemed skeptical of my brief story, but after a few long seconds of awkward silence between us he eventually bought my story and we continued on with our uneventful day.


It was mid-noon when I came back from a rather boring walk around town. Despite the ocean being only a few miles from where we set up camp, I thought the stroll that I took was beyond agonizingly boring so when I saw the tree that Will and I called base camp, I became relieved.

However, when I arrived, I heard William's familiar voice talking quietly and sweetly to someone within the tree; so, wanting to know who it was, I turned back into a raven and flew into the branches.

My loud noise when I arrived startled the raven and his company, and I was greeted with startled gasps from both birds, But once I relaxed I saw that Will's company was an attractive white raven. I was awed by the raven's striking, rare beauty, and all I could do to greet her was stare with a slight smile crossing the edges of my beak.

Damn you male hormones!!!

William turned to me after recovering from my startling entrance and gave me an angry look, "Can I 'elp ya?" he asked, annoyance clearly evident in his tone. I snapped out of my trance and shook my head.

"Oh...uh... hello Will! I just want you to know I'm back. And also... who is this?" I explained, puffing up my chest feathers to appear much larger. I realized I was much smaller than Will, and most likely less attractive because of this, so I wanted to appear as big and handsome as I could.

What the devil?! Is it time for puberty all ready?!!!

The white raven giggled at my quirkiness, which made Will frown.

"I'm Stella! It's nice to meet you." the bird greeted in a strong, high-pitched, girly tone. However, it wasn't just her voice that caught me off guard, but rather, her accent.

She's American? I thought to myself. Stella giggled at my confused face, and her flirtatious voice knocked me out of my thoughts and made me forget about her nationality all together.

"Huh... ha... okay... uh- my name is Edgar, lovely to meet you." I greeted, returning to my usual self again. Stella giggled once more and looked back at William with her beak cocked open a tiny bit.

"Mr. Tuck, you never told me you had such a handsome son." she said quietly to Will. I held up my chest with pride, glad that I've accomplished what I wanted. Unfortunately Will thought otherwise, and shot me an anger-filled stare that made me lower my chest and look at the raven nervously.

Will looked back at the white raven with a happy look in his eyes, "Ha ha, my dear, he isn't my son. Just a friend." he explained, laughing halfheartedly. Stella looked surprised; I'd imagine so, considering I was only a "fledgling" and Will must be old enough to be my father or something.

"You're not his son?" Stella asked me. I looked at her, straightening up again as she spoke. I shook my head.

"Oh... you're rather young aren't you! Where's your parents?" she wondered, giggling at me. I stopped looking proud at the mention of my parents and instead looked to the bark that I stood on. The memories unwillingly flooding my mind.

Stella looked at me sadly once my expression changed, and I could tell she was about to apologize deeply to me for intruding, but William interrupted with his jolly tone.

"Anyway! Edgar is a long and fairly boring story-!" he shouted happily, breaking my trance to look up at him in outrage.


"Let's not dwell on the past and focus on what's 'appenin' now!" William ignored me and scooted closer to Stella, giving her a lust-filled look and cooing contentedly.

"Hmph!" I scoffed quietly and looked at Stella again.

"So Edgar, how old are you exactly?" she wondered, briefly glancing at Will and stepping away before looking at me intently with interest clearly evident in her black eyes.

"I'm... one?" I stated with a slightly unsure tone. I had no idea how raven years worked, let alone how long they lived in general so I was merely guessing. However, I must've done something good because Stella gasped excitedly.

"Oh, so you're my age?" she squealed. I was taken aback by her response; the whole time William and her were talking with each other, Will was flirting with her... It made me wonder if he knew her age.

Clearly not, because when she answered me, Will stopped glaring at me immediately and proceeded with staring at her wide-eyed in shock, slowly backing away until eventually he politely excused himself and flew out of the tree.

I started to laugh at his reaction and eventually Stella laughed along with me.

"He's such a fry!" Stella exclaimed, giggling hysterically. I chuckled and took a step closer to her.

"He didn't know you were still a young raven." I explained the situation clearly so she understood. She nodded and chuckled lightly.

"It's a mistake on my part, I didn't say anything when he started flirting." the raven admitted, shaking her head shamefully and taking responsibility for the innocent mistake that could've turned into an awkward one.

"So what are you doing so far from home?" I asked, taking consideration of her American accent.

"Well... an adventurous soul needs to fly free... that's what my dad told me before he got hit by a car... So that's what I did, as soon as I could fly without my mother or siblings coming to save me I flew off to explore the world. I've been all over the Americas, Africa, I've been to several tropical islands... and after visiting the Caribbean, I figured its time to explore some more colder places... like England!" Stella explained, taking great pride in her accomplishments.

I was genuinely impressed with the bird; here she was flying over whole countries and continents, and I could barely fly to a different city without passing out. She seemed so small despite the obvious muscle she should've built up over the years. I'm ashamed to admit it, but... I was slightly jealous of her.

"That sounds exciting." I said looking at her with interest. The bird sighed disappointingly.

"Yeah, it is. But unfortunately, today is my last day in England, I have to leave soon to go to Wales and then Scotland. So I can't chat long, I have to prepare for a long flight." she explained sadly. I groaned in disappointment; I didn't want her to leave, she was such a pleasant girl.

"Oh." I mumbled sadly, "Well, I don't want to keep you too long."

Stella giggled, "Thanks for understanding. You're so sweet!" I blushed at her compliment.

"Thank you." I said. Stella giggled, before saying quite excitedly, "Well, I better go now, its getting pretty late in the afternoon and I don't want to have to fly at night." I agreed with her.

"Catch you on the flip side, Ed!" the raven said, before quickly launching herself off the branch into the sky before I could say anything. I watched as she flew away, the speedy white speck in the sky slowly growing smaller with each passing second. I didn't move from the branch until she was gone from my sight; after which, I flew off as well to find Will.

I would write more about this day but after Stella, nothing happened. I'm limited on paper in this journal so I will write more once I get a new one; I quite enjoy writing now, I don't think I'll ever turn back again.

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