lørdag 9. juli 2016

Bottleman and the Crow



Time has passed like years of sand in an hourglass flowing without an end. It was for Ewan like any other day and he expected nothing more and nothing less.

His friendship with  Judith still lasted and they talked whenever she wanted to talk. Ewan knew that the damage had been done and that he needed to repair it from the friendship but his feelngs for her never died and he would still protect her if she needed him. He knew in his heart, the bottle was his destruction and his downfall and that in order to see and talk to Judith she needed to be ready for it.

He also knew if he was Judith he would have done the same to Ewan, since a man like that deserved the punishment even if it would last an eternity. Since it was never a good thing to shame a girl infront of people and make her fall down from her throne into an empire of ash and dirt.

When that is said Ewan liked roaming in the dirt and ashes. Whenever he saw a dumpster and smelled the fresh air of it and looked for clues and bottles he felt alive, when he knew it was like an emptyness eating everything inside until he was nothing but bone and flesh rotten away in the deep forgotten woods of the eternal damnation where people are to afriad to go and where men and woman loose their grip of reality becoming a void of their previous self, wandering in the valley of lost souls waiting to be found by themselves or a distant traveller.



He walked and saw the shadows of his town, wondering what lead him here until he saw an injured crow in the streets. The crow spoke to him and said "help me i am injured and if you help me up I will tell all my friends about you and help you in your journey" so this young man walked to him and flopped with his hands like wings on a bird flying in the sky with his black wings and all seeing eyes, like the Great architect of the Universe showing its way. By a miracle it happened and the crow flew and ever since it g\has protected him and whenever he is the crow follows him.



Written by Emil Ziaie, author of the Bottleman series

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