206 The wingless green crow (2/2)

After the umpteenth pursuit, literally losing half of my feathers, I fell into this courtyard, mortally wounded.

Maybe I should admit that the hawk really is the true king in the sky. That it is too fast for me, too strong.

Every time I try to fly up into the sky, he pushes me back to the ground and hurts me.

Could this be the fate of the crow, never being able to steal the sky?

Ah, my breath starts to groan. The lungs start to fill with water and blood, and collapse.

This time the hawk really got me.

I'm dying soon.

Yet when I turn my beak, I see an image, a vision, I don't know: there is this wingless green bird, female, perhaps, because of its large breast, and it continues to move quickly and launch bundles of energy that I can perceive, but I cannot understand.

It is fighting with another bird, a very strange one, a black metal bird, wielding two large claws. The wingless green bird has lost several times, as I did against the hawk.

And, in fact, the green bird also appears to have a black plumage, on some parts of its body. It doesn't seem to have wings, though. It almost looks like a crow too. A wingless crow.

Now it has been thrown to the ground, like me, collapsed on the gravel courtyard for the umpteenth time; it seems that this strange crow has been knocked down more times than I have been wounded by the claws of the hawk.

But, every time, before the black metal bird can leave, the half-crow gets up and challenges him again.

I make a sound, I try to do it, to prevent the strange wingless green bird from continuing to get injured to death, to prevent it from ending up as I did. It ignores me.

But the metal bird reminds me very much of the hawk. Yes, it must be a wingless hawk, a land hawk. It cannot be defeated. No crow can defeat a hawk.

Why, then, does the green bird continue to fight violently with it, trying to overcome it?

The green bird has been wounded time and again for hours now.

For hours now I have been dying on this gravelly ground.

There is no difference between me and that strange green crow.

I drip with blood, it drips with blood.

I groan, it groans.

I am going to die, it continues to fight

But why does it keep fighting?

…

A few years earlier, a hawk

Even today that fool of a crow tried to fly in my sky, that stupid creature.

I, the hawk, am the king in the sky, undisputed ruler of the air. Not even the eagle tries to touch me anymore, why should a simple crow continue to challenge me?

There are those who are born hawks and those who are born crows.

But look, here it is again.

I thought I had killed it this time.

”Hey, you,” I yell at him, ”you can barely move your wings. Blood clots have replaced the feathers and you don't even seem able to keep your eyes open anymore. Why did you come back instead of going to die in peace? ”

Look at him, what is that strange light in his eyes. He seems suddenly taken by absolute bliss.

”The other crow, still drowning in his blood, has not yet stopped fighting the wingless metal hawk on the ground.”

”What are you saying? I am a hawk, you are a crow. You can't fly above the clouds. You were born like this and you will die like this.”

It seems that, this time, the crow has definitely lost its mind. It looks at me shaking its head, I feel its eyes investigate my body. This time they do not envy, there is only an inexplicable dignity.

”I am a crow and I will forever be, even in death. But I want to die like the land green crow, trying to steal the sky from a hawk, otherwise I would be just a crow. ”

”And what are you now, if not a crow?” I laugh in its face.

”A hope for all crows, like the wingless green crow is for its fellows.”

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While my claws penetrate his flesh, that cursed one manages to hurt me with his sharp beak. I got his brains out and he died miserably.

As I deliver the final fatal blows, it seems to look down, towards a courtyard from which the racket of weapons comes, with a pride it carries with him during the last moments of life as a crow.