Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down. Its dark and glossy feathers shun beneath the non-luminous moon that had coveted the sun rays as its own with a grand dignity. The blackbird had made not a single sound and its dark, bright and beady eyes shun an intelligence incapable of any animal. In between its beak lay but a single amulet. Metal and in a rectangular shape, its contents read words that could send any being dizzy with the mere sight of it. Strokes and curves, lines and dots in a lighter tone of silver; all danced beautifully a top the gleaming silver plate.

Attached to it was but a thin and transparent line. The piece of string would at most gleam dimly in certain angles at night but was nonetheless almost invisible to the naked eyes. It lay between the blackbirds beak whereupon the bird had swooped down to strike at it. Catching the string, the bird’s eyes shun in satisfaction and it’d perched unto a branch from a single tree that was planted close by and in sight. Below, the sounds of the frustrated could be heard as the being trashed about in anger aggressively.

Cold touches of snow lands on the abyss feathers of the blackbird and it’d melted instantly, leaving not a trace of what was formerly there. The scene was beautiful. A bird perched on a tree branch and below a human that shouts angrily at it. In the eyes of any mortal, one would not help but acknowledge the fact that it was the type of scene seen just out of a painting.

The snow around the duo pile. Time stood still and yet the silvery flakes drifted at their own time and pace. The white surface forms an uneven line and the footprints of what has passed contaminates the pure white ground. Its scent was that of ice, as it was all there was. The amulet dangled as the bird had jerked its head forward, taunting the already upset and frustrated man. Clearly, the bird understood; it was well aware of the importance the amulet bound by mortal hands had.

Mischief and isolation played in the bird’s eyes as if it had a proper mouth that consisted of lips and tongue, one could tell that the dark eyes bird was clearly smiling, wryly.

Slowly, but gradually footsteps could be heard running towards the man and beast. The sounds underneath their feet, with each contact from the earth that they’d made, thundered. The group that clearly sounded of more than a dozen stampeded and galloped to the tree. The hooves of their horses echoed with every step they took. All for but a single item. Accompanied with steps came the voices. The sound of horses nicked and exhaled, the journey was long but the troop had made it in time; before the bird had flown away as far as its wings could carry. The avian was clearly taunting the bunch of armoured men.

Come, it said, chirped, closer to a whisper. Underneath the moon and barely visible; the moonlight had granted an almost unnoticeable violet sheen to the blackbird’s wings. Opened; the bird flew, and the chilly air behind it gave a silent shiver. Snowflakes continue to fall in its pace. Incomparable to the hasty men that led behind the blackbird.