The raven of the story was perfect in every imaginable way.
He was handcrafted by his mother, each feather in the right place, every part of his skin stitched with an artistic brilliance that completely ceased his 'deformities'.
The boy was bound inside layers of so many skins, that he was no longer himself.
After being included in the council of ravens, he easily rose in the ranks because of his unique abilities and talents. There were beautiful gold edges to his fake feathers, devouring silver eyes that could see everything.
Aesther murmured, "It's boring, he just forgot the past like that! And you just introduced such an easy happily ever after."
Ezrahl's lips slightly curved, "It's not over yet."
"..." She was not even sure what to say more, his story left her feeling confused and strange.
