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Spring Ravyn
by Lee Mitchell .
It snowed today. The rain soon followed, as it sometimes does, washing away the frozen grief. Now, here we are, watching the sunlight peek through the clouds as though the darkness might swallow us both if we dared to look away for even a moment.
It has already taken so much. We didn’t see it until it was too late. We know, though, that most demons are invisible and sly. Silent in their assaults. You can’t really see the damage done until you begin to crumble, and by then, your beautiful, brilliant wings are all but gone.
But you are still a Spring Ravyn, still green to this world, barely fledged and flighted, so there must be something the rest of us can do. I feel my toes curl over the edge of this chasm while I stare deeply and intently into the abyss, determined to find the means to return you your wings. The darkness invites me in, but I know better. It wants to take us all.
Time is short for us to reverse this battle. The demons have shredded your perfect feathers, and the clouds are threatening more snow, but I have faith in the springtime. Soon, the daffodils and tulips will rise from the garden beds, and we’ll all sing together again with the season’s turn.
Until then, we will fend off this lingering winter and keep searching our way together, out of the looming darkness.
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Fiction © Copyright Lee Mitchell.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Author Lee Mitchell:
Alisha Brown led a mundane life until the day monsters started trying to kill her and random strangers began to shy away from her in awe.
All hell broke loose, quite literally, after Randy Thomas turned right on Main for Honey’s instead of making a left for home and then murdered his beloved wife in an unusually gruesome way. Escaping police and stopping traffic in New York City with a gas-spewing tentacle erupting from his mouth, his fears are confirmed: That one small backslide would serve as the final tipping point for all mankind, inviting in a timeless destructive force that would lead him to the frontlines of the war to end all wars.
A growing population has succumbed to their worst fears, some transforming into dreaded fictional monsters—leaving the streets flooded with vampires, werewolves, spontaneously combusting humans, and other horrors—while others have become angels and demons determined to fight in the holy war they believe is upon them.
Questions soon arise as Randy’s and Alisha’s roles in this bizarre apocalypse become uncertain. One is a professed sinner, the other an asexual virgin. Each has been touched by the hand of fate, and each believes they are humanity’s last hope. But belief can be a funny thing…
The Divine Darkness is the first installment of The Divine Darkness apocalyptic horror trilogy.













A fantastic story.
Thank you!
Love the idea of the “Spring Rayven” – I hope you write more tales of her