The Raven son

Once upon a time, far far away, there was a Raven father looking out for a troubled child. His son was slower than the other ravens and there was something about one wing. It looked broken even though they had never actually seen him break it. It was just different and weak.

Whenever they had found food, all the ravens, seagulls and ducks rushed over to get a bite, to fill up before a cold winter. But his son was always too late. He was too late and he didn’t dare to get close enough. The other birds snatched the food before his eyes. He seemed hesitant even though he must have been so hungry.

In the beginning the father stayed close by and tried to help his son by getting the food for him and then plant it in front of him. Even then the son was too slow, seemed not to want the very thing he needed for survival and growth. After many frustrating days and nights the big, silky black Raven father decided to stay up in his tree and simply observe from a distance. Weeks of agony followed. His son was pecked at by other, bigger birds, he stumbled and starved and he remained silent and slow. He did not grow the way he should.

One day, when the father felt his chest contract with worry and overwhelm, his son actually fell into the water of the pond and disappeared. The father was out of his mind with worry and grief and flew over the water calling his son over and over again…until he could no more. Broken and suddenly small, he fell into a pile of just breathing and being. Sadness and silence.

What he did not know, was that his son had reached the world on the other side of the water, the mirrored world of this one. Sun warmed the shores where the raven son woke up, suddenly white in this world. He looked around and saw an abundance of berries and nuts hanging from the branches around him. There was all the time in the world and no one else to disturb his pace so he ate until he felt strong again and then fell into the deepest sleep.

In his dream he could see how loved he was. Even by strangers, human beings just passing by or throwing some bread in his direction. He could literally see the warmth emanating from his father’s gaze every time he looked his way.

He decided to become stronger and then return to the world he came from, where his father must be missing him greatly. After days and maybe even weeks and months of resting and eating, he finally felt ready to go back. He was bigger, shiny and suddenly looked like an impressive, adult Raven.

He looked around, held the mirror world with love in his heart before he inhaled deeply and DIVED down down, until light shimmered and the sounds of the other world returned.

He came flying out of the water as if spat out by a canon, scaring the feathers of most bewinged beings present at the pond this morning. The seagulls screamed like crazy witches, other Raven family members gurgled their surprise and fright. But one joyful scream cut the sky in two. The Raven father, who had not left the pond since the dreadful day, spread all his feathers broad and black and embraced his beloved son with dark angel wings.

Since that day, the birds share all their food, because the Raven son will see to it. He is strong enough to help others just like him and he does.

And that is the story of Black Silk Angels.

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