Dove

[hearth_ 1023]

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A single feather drifts from the skies high above. Its intricate, dancing pattern twists and turns about in the soothing spring breeze. It finds its resting place beside a single egg - gray in nature, seeming with life. As the egg sits, it seems to wobble from side to side, the life within it beginning to awaken. Within this natural container the whites and blacks of the world are contained, the emotions of spite and anguish flooding over the tiny tufts of white feathers the Dove carried. Within moments, a raven circled overhead - eyes gleaming down upon the easily tainted mind. Just as it were to swoop in and seize the Dove from its resting place, another bird - stark with reds and golds, protectively pulled its feathered stature over the hatchling. It took the Dove beneath its wing, guiding it offward to a sanctuary in which her feathers might once again grow free of the corrupted gaze of the raven.

 

It was in this sanctuary that the Dove grew, her previous boiling emotions of hate settling to stagnancy within her. It was with this development that the Dove flourished - discovering both the company of others pure of spirit such as her, being taught by them with patience and diligence.

 

But all was not well for the Dove - the Raven’s eye never drew all too far from her nest. The white of her feathers only created a larger target upon her, though it seemed she took pride in this new identification. With each swoop of the raven, each aerial brawl, she stood fast in places where none of her kin were to be found.

 

This wore on the Dove, her feathers wilting and decaying into sodden grays and blacks. Her pride was no longer to be found, her form beginning to sag and her beak nearly touching the ground as each day raced past her. While she felt this slow corruption, this sudden decaying of the light she so desperately represented, she returned home - only to find her nest a den of thorns. The others of her brood, seeing the decay of her feathers, took to pecking at the black on her hide.

 

Being left bloody in a cage, the few remaining splotches of white in her feathers continued to resiliently resist the black that consumed them. It was then that the figure of an eagle, stark and proud in its trot, appeared before her - and removed the few remaining white feathers himself. Hurt, bare, and sporting only the blackness of her plume, she was released back into the world.

 

It was then that the raven appeared once more, though now, he recognized only the rapidly growing black fringe upon the Dove’s wings. Realizing the pain the once-Dove endured, he took her beneath his wing as the cardinal had before him.

 

In the company of the Raven, the few remaining glimpses of the Dove disappeared, leaving only a stark, midnight Crow in its place.

[Heero 4092]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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