The struggle in the town was of no concern to Crow, like an ignorant bird he flew toward the hiding spot of his current master and his sort of butler under the cover of the night.
This was it, this was the last time he would visit his master as his wait was over.
'It's my time.' he sang in his head, afraid of making any sound in the dark of night. But his happiness was hard to hide along with his jolly tremblings.
It was a good night with barely any clouds bolting any of the moons. "Two days," He thought.
Stupid he was not, the moon like always held some importance to the ritual, and considering the timing his Master had planned to conduct the ritual, under the full moon night. An odd occurrence that happens once every month due to how rare it is to get two full moons.
