Writing Prompt #124: Dove vs Raven


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Note: This turned out longer than I’ve expected but I think it’s worth it because I finally finished another long story. I hope you’ll enjoy the ending to this three-part tale.

My name is Dove and I’m going to seek out my sister once and for all. When the king decided to drop the charge against me if I apprehended Raven, I felt this strange happiness inside of me. It was satisfaction but at the same time, I felt guilty.

It’s not Raven’s fault that she’s such an awful person. She can’t help it, all my darkness is inside of her.

I told my mother as I arrived home. She was so relieved. “Now you must seek her out and destroy her.”

I frowned, “but I can’t. I am only pure goodness. You created me that way, remember?”

She shook her head, “Not a-hundred-percent. No one is capable of truly remove one-hundred-percent of someone’s qualities, not even the great wizard whom I turned to. There is still one-percent inside you that is truly dark and now, you must use it. Now go get change into some fresh clothes and seek out your sister.”

I returned some time later to  found my mother holding a red velvet box in her hands. She opened it as I approached, revealing a silver bracelet. Before I could speak, she slipped the bracelet onto my wrist. “It will help you to track your sister. Just put it on your wrist, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and you’ll be able to see where she is.”

As I exited my home, I did as I was told. I inhaled through my nose and exhaled through my mouth as mental images immediately projected in my mind. It was the image of a boat bobbing at the side of a river. I opened my eyes and grinned. “Got you.”

*****

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still. -Anthony Rimbaud

Who’s Anthony Rimbaud? I wondered gazing at the words etched on the wall. Maybe it’s the former occupant of this once-lovely cabin. It was empty when I discovered it while sailing down the river.

No doubt Dove was now looking for me and no doubt mother had unleashed the exact silver bracelet that was on my wrist. The bracelet was a pair and I’ve stolen mine long ago and pairs always yearn to reunite. I have no doubt Dove’s currently wearing the other. The law of attraction is at work. In no time, Dove would arrive.

“Are you afraid, Miss Raven?” Hector asked as I settled in the red velvet chair facing the window, the only chair in the room and gently stroked Hector’s dark fur.

For once in my life, I’m afraid. “A little,” I answered and sighed. Hector was only a baby when I found him abandoned by his family. I rescued him and we became best friends. “It’s complicated, my friend.”

“I am going to stay by your side. Don’t be afraid.” Hector said.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling tears accumulating. “I’m afraid it’s time, my friend. It’s time for me to let you go, let you be free.”

“But I am free.”

I extended my arm, “Off you go,” but he didn’t budge. He stood clamped to my finger. “Go,” I urged, “you wouldn’t want to see what will happen next.” Still, he didn’t move. I could hear Dove approaching, she had such loud steps. “Please,” I begged. This time, he gave me a quick departing glance and took off out the window.

The door behind me creaked. “Time to surrender, sister.” Dove said, “You have nowhere to hide.”

*****

It wasn’t difficult to discover Raven was sitting in the only chair in the room. As I approached her, she slowly raised her hands, on her right wrist, I noticed, was the exact same silver bracelet on my right wrist. “You win, Dove.” She said, sounded resigned. “Go ahead and do what you’ve come here to do.”

“What did you think I’ve come to do?”

“I’m sure mother told you to destroy me.” She launched herself into a standing position, turned and face me, her hands were still raised. It was then I noticed her black wings, there was a shade of white in there. “So go right ahead.” Out of my control, I suddenly found my hand wrapped tightly around my sister’s throat. There was a huge grin on her face, “just do it,” she managed.

I squeezed and a whimper escaped her lips but then I let go. “I can’t! I can’t!” I shouted. Raven coughed. “I just can’t. You don’t deserve to die. It’s not your fault, this whole thing and you don’t deserve to get punished.” I paused as a strange sensation bubbled from within. “M-my mother is at fault and she’s the one that deserves the punishment.”

Raven staggered back and gasped. Her hand flew to her chest. “I feel something happening.” She moved her hand and I could see this great hole in her chest filled with a bright light. Then, as if her legs went weak, she fell on her knees.

“What’s happening?” I asked and turned my attention to her wings, “Your wings, they’re turning white.”

She blinked, “I-I think I’m dying.” Then she turned to me, “I think by meeting face-to-face, you’re reconnecting with your dark side.” She grabbed my hands tightly in hers and closed her eyes. Then she rested her head on our hands. She sobbed as the light got brighter and brighter, until I felt the need to look away. As I looked again, Raven was gone, her silver bracelet clattered on the wooden ground.

I grabbed the bracelet and ran the smooth silver surface between my fingers. Then I turned and looked at my wings. They weren’t pure white anymore, they were the lighter shade of ivory. My light and dark sides reconnected as one. Still, Raven didn’t deserve any of this. I think she knew what was coming. Oh, Raven, I shall have a memorial for you. I think you deserve this much.

A response for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Writing Prompt #124

5 thoughts on “Writing Prompt #124: Dove vs Raven

    • There is a lesson, I think, in every story I write because I believe if there’s no lesson learned after reading the story, then telling it would be pointless. So yes, I did have in mind to present a moral in my story. Thank you for reading.

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