The raven perched on the branch. Her wings needed a rest after such a long flight. The night was clear. The stars shined bright in the dark sky. She tilted her head toward the sky just for a quick glance. The stars were like diamonds on the blacked background.
She lowered her beak to scratch an annoying itch that suddenly crept up on her chest. One of the very few down sides of being a bird was the dry skin or even the occasional mite.
The best part of being a bird was the freedom she had to go anywhere she liked without restriction. The sky was her domain and the trees her home. She also enjoyed the look of her black feathers that protected her from the elements. She liked how the light would hit them when the sun was out, and how she could just as easily blend in with the night.
Of course she hadn't always been a bird. She was once human of average height and short black hair. It was on her sixteenth birthday that something in her had changed. She had felt fine all day, and had gone to bed that night without issue. It was when morning came that she had woken up in a tree with no memory of how she had gotten there, or even how a black feather had ended up in her hair.
It was a Saturday so she didn't have school. She climbed back into her bedroom by going through her window hoping her parents hadn't noticed her absence. They surely would have been angry to find out she had left the house, in the middle of the night, without their permission. She slowly climbed back into her bed being as quiet as she could. She was just about to doze back off when she felt her body shrink, and something strange covering her body.
She stood up on her bed, with her new feet, and looked around. It was as if she was looking at everything with through a different set of eyes. Eyes that weren't human, but yet she could see clearly. She quickly looked down and noticed she had the feet of a bird, and the strange stuff covering her were feathers as dark as night itself. She flapped her arms that were now wings and realized she could ascend into the air. It was the first feeling of freedom she had ever felt and it was wonderful.
It worry her if her parents found a bird in her daughter's room and not their daughter. How would they react. Probably by chasing the her out and calling the police to file a missing person report. She needed to find a way to change back before they noticed. It was getting to be noon, and she knew her mother would be up shortly to check on her.
She closed her eyes and chanted, "Change me back." After about six times of repeating the same words she returned to her human form. She laid back on her bed with mixed emotions. Although she liked being human, the feeling she had when she was a bird was incredible. It was one of the best feelings she could have imagined. She had felt free unlike the way she felt as a teenager.
It wasn't long before she realized she could change whenever she wanted. During the day she remained human, then at night she would take short flights only to return to her bed to get enough rest for school in the morning. It wasn't until after she had graduated and able to move out of the house did she spend all her time in the outdoors exploring every where she could. She only returned to her human form when she needed a rest. She wasn't too fond of sleeping in a tree. One of the bonuses of being able to change forms as she wished was she could manipulate her feathers to become clothing so she wouldn't have to scavenge for those. It was bad enough to do that for food. Since she didn't have job it was the only way she could eat without paying for it.
She returned her thoughts to where she was still perched on the tree branch. Something caught her attention on the ground. It was a human male. He wasn't moving and was covered with blood. From where she was she couldn't tell if he was breathing or if he was dead. She flew down for a closer look.
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