Quoth The Raven, Evermore
I was depressed. It wasn’t like there was any reason. But did I really need to have a reason? I was so sick of people asking me, “What’s wrong?” As if it could be pinpointed to a single thing.
Sometimes you’re just depressed. Life is “what’s wrong” and there’s nothing more to it.
My mom was one of these nameless people asking me “what’s wrong?” So I screamed nothing and I ran away. As if I had the balls to actually run away.
I only made it to a pond across the street. It was more puddle than pond, and the trees were already deadened by winter—these black barren things. What was wrong was how damned depressing everything was.
I was sitting on a park bench hating the tears that slid down my cheeks, when I heard a deep squawk. A big black raven landed on the barren tree in front of me. The tree branch bowed under the weight of the massive bird.
I loved Edgar Allen Poe’s Poem "
The Raven", but that was all I knew about the bird. I’d never seen one in person, and was surprised by how big it was. It was almost as big as a cat.
It cocked its head at me, tilting to the side, its beautiful blue black feathers catching moonlight and shining like the dark waters of the pond. The raven seemed to look right into my eyes with its black-pearl eyes.
“Nevermore,” I whispered to myself and grinned. I realized the tears on my cheeks were dried.
The raven stayed with me through the night, sitting on the tree branch, watching over me like a gargoyle.
I told the raven about my mom, and how the boys at school were stupid, and how my best friend was a jerk, and blahblahblah--which I supposed all the raven heard was the blahblahblah.
***
The next night, I ran to the pond, and to my surprise the raven was sitting on the same tree branch.
I lay on the park bench, told the raven about my day, and fell asleep talking to the raven.
“Hey, you okay?” Someone asked, stirring me from my sleep.
I opened by eyes and saw a guy kneeling in front of me, he had blue black hair that hung in front of his black eyes. He had two shiny black lip rings across his thick lips, and another in his septum.
“Yeah,” I whispered and sat up. "I guess I fell asleep."
He wore a tight black shirt, tight black pants, with black combat boots. He looked like he was probably sixteen, like me.
“A strange place to sleep,” he said.
“I suppose.” I noticed that the raven was gone and grimaced. I didn’t really want to be around anyone, no matter how attractive they might be.
I stood up and started to walk away.
“Going already?” He asked.
I turned to him and snapped, “Yeah, so what?”
“Sorry I—” He scratched the back of his head.
“No, I’m sorry.”
I felt an odd tug, like I didn’t want to leave. I looked at the waters of the pond, and he turned to the pond, watching the moonlight reflect onto it with me.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Kyra. You?”
“Raven,” he said.
“Cool name,” I said, and when I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t help but see the similarity to the black pearl eyes of the raven. But surely not. I mean, it was impossible for boys to turn into birds, right?
We talked about nothing really, but it was nice. I did like talking to the raven, but having someone respond was nice for a change.
I smiled as I walked back to my house.
***
I walked to the pond, hoping to see the raven and Raven. When I reached the pond, I saw Raven sitting on the park bench. I smiled as I approached him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” He was twisting a black raven feather in his hand. He held it out to me and said, “Here.”
I took it from him and whispered, “Nevermore.”
“Evermore,” he said.
“It’s ‘nevermore’, you know—Poe’s poem?”
“I know, but why not ‘evermore’ instead?” He cocked his head to the side, and it reminded me of how the raven had looked at me. “Kyra, I’d rather see you evermore.”
I opened my mouth to ask him something, something insane, but I shook my head. I mean was I really going to ask this (very attractive) boy “Hey, can you turn into a bird?” That’s how you get boys to run away from you. Well, or or fly if I was right…
It was clear that Raven wasn’t like the boys at my school.
“Do you think there are things like…shape-shifters?” I asked him. “People that can turn into animals?”
He laughed.
“Don’t laugh! I’m serious.”
His smile fell into a straight line. “Do you think they exist?”
“I don’t know. I mean, kind of.”
“I kind of do too,” he said.
“I’d like to hope magic like that exists.”
“Me too.”
We didn’t say anything after that.
I had placed my hand on my lap, palm facing up, and he held my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. I fell asleep like that, and when I woke up, Raven was gone, but the raven was sitting on the tree branch.
I smiled and said, “Hello again.”
The raven squawked.
***
Weeks passed by, and I either saw Raven or the raven when I visited the pond. I was no longer running away. After all, there wasn’t anything wrong anymore.
“I want to show you something,” Raven told me. “Do you promise that you won’t run away?”
I laughed. “What are you a serial killer or something?”
“Or something.”
I felt a chill dance across my body. I didn’t really know Raven, and that realization sunk in. I wondered if I had been too trusting. But something, maybe stupidity, made me stay.
Maybe I should have ran, but I said, “Yeah, okay. What is it?”
He flashed a wicked grin and then he titled his head back. I stepped away from him as his body convulsed. His skin rippled over cracking bones. Suddenly it was no longer Raven, but the raven sitting in front of me.
I should have been more shocked, but I wasn’t. I smiled and I bent down to pet his soft feathers. He cocked his head at me, and then as soon as he was a bird, he was back as a boy.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“I understand if you want to run away, forget about me,” he said. “I know I’m a freak.”
“No!” I quickly said. “I…I like you as Raven and the raven.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I told him. “I like you for evermore.”
Author’s Note:
This week I read the
Alaskan Legends, which had the myths of the trickster-hero, Raven. The actual Raven in those myths is a bird that can turn into a man. I thought this was such a cool concept!
So, I brought the idea of a boy that can turn into a bird into a Young Adult story. As usual, it has some romance. I am now aware that nearly every story that I write is a YA Paranormal Romance or Urban Fantasy with romance. But I write what I like to read, and I always hope that other people like to read it too!
Also, if you’ve never read Edgar Allen Poe’s poem "
The Raven", I suggest you do that now, like right now! It is a spectacular poem, and reading it will make their little inside joke make more sense!
Anyways, this story was fun to write! I was happy that I was able to fit both a romance and a character transformation into 1,000 words! That is hard to do. If you didn’t notice, Kyra is quite a dynamic character! She overcame her depression and was able to trust and depend on something. That sort of character transformation is usually hard to fit into a short story, so I’m pretty happy about that element.
