Once upon a time, a boy was drowning in the sea, very deep in the water. He couldn't do anything and was feeling very helpless. Then, out of nowhere, a crow saved him. That crow could sometimes make itself bigger in size, so it helped the boy. The boy was rescued by the crow.
After that, the boy was coughing and asked, "Who are you?"
The crow said, "I am someone who found you here."
The boy walked very panically, as he had lost all of his relatives. Everyone had passed away, even his parents, when he was born.
Narrator: Maybe God really sent someone to save this soul through this crow.
The crow asked, "Tell me, what are you doing here alone?"
The boy said panically, "I don't know how I got here. I don't have any memories."
Of what happened before, all I can say is that they are all dead. That's all I can say.
Out of nowhere, the boy asked the crow, "Tell me, what's your name?"
The crow said, "I don't have any name, but they call me The Crow."
The boy said, "My name is Arthur. So tell me, can I call you Mr. Crow then?"
The crow had no expression. He said, "I don't know. As long as you follow me, I don't want any human to die in front of my eyes."
The boy was feeling very good after talking with the crow. The boy said, "Mr. Crow, call me Arthur."
The crow said, "This is the second time you are repeating your name like that."
I have worked with many humans," the crow said. "Most of them were adults. This time, I don't have to work. I have to guide a human who isn't even an adult."
The boy looked at him and smiled weakly.
"You're funny," he said.
"You think so?" the crow replied.
"Yeah, Mr. Crow."
The crow stayed silent for a moment, then said, "Stay here. I will look for some food."
"Oh… will I live here?" the boy asked.
"Yes," the crow said. Then he added, "And no."
Before the boy could ask anything else, the crow spread his wings and flew into the sky.
The wind was soft as he flew, gentle against his feathers.
As the crow moved through the air, a thought crossed his mind.
Why did I save him?
He wasn't interested. He never was.
Yet his mind told him to do it—and he obeyed, without knowing the reason.
After flying for nearly forty minutes, the crow reached another island. He searched carefully and noticed a house with a small shop attached to it. There were no humans inside. Quietly, he went in, took a fish, and flew away as fast as he could.
A few minutes later, he returned to the island where the boy was waiting.
"Hey! Hey! I'm over here!" the boy shouted.
The crow landed beside him and placed the fish down.
"Here," he said. "Since it's night, you should eat this."
The boy ate the fish—it was fresh.
The crow watched him and suddenly realized something.
He hadn't brought food for himself.
It was the first time he felt something close to shame.
"Oh, Mr. Crow," the boy said, noticing him. "I can tear the fish for you."
The boy did so and offered it to him.
The crow hesitated. It was night, and his powers were weak. He had no choice. The fish wasn't divided equally, but he ate it anyway.
After a while, the crow asked, "Hey… do you know how we can leave this place?"
"I don't know," the boy replied naively. "I just want to stay here."
The crow looked at the horizon.
"But you know," he said, "there is a big land waiting for you, Arthur."
The boy tilted his head. "What about this place?"
"We'll talk about that tomorrow," the crow said.
Night fell.
The boy slept, sometimes letting out small screams in his dreams.
The crow sat on a tree, watching the sea in silence.
When morning came, the sun slowly rose above the water.
The boy looked up at the sky and suddenly spoke.
"Hey, Arthur," he said to himself, then looked at the crow. "How about you help me take that tree branch into the sea?"
The branch wasn't very heavy, but it was thick, tall, and strong. The tree had already fallen to the ground, leaning toward the shore. The boy and the crow worked together, pushing and dragging it.
The crow couldn't use his power to increase his size. His strength was limited right now. It had only been one day since he used his power, and it would take two days to fully return.
After many tries, they finally managed to push the tree into the sea. It floated on the water.
The crow said, "Arthur, hold the branch. Trust me. I'll show you a new world—one you've never seen."
Arthur held onto the branch as it floated. Half of his body was in the water. It was only a tree, after all—he couldn't sit on it properly. He just floated, gripping it tightly.
The crow stood on the branch, guiding him.
After a while, the crow asked, "Tell me… what did your mother look like, Arthur?"
The boy stayed quiet for a moment.
"I don't know," he said. "I lost them. I remember being born… and then something happened."
"Anything else?" the crow asked.
"No," the boy replied. "I have no idea."
The crow nodded slowly.
"Yes. You mentioned that you don't remember. Forcing it won't help," he said. "Trust me. You will see your world again."
The crow then said, "Arthur, don't let go of the branch. Don't slip your hands. I will be back."
With that, the crow spread his wings and flew away toward another island, searching for food
"The world between the worlds," the crow said quietly.
"This night won't see you… sleep well, Arthur."
Arthur nodded weakly.
"Yeah."
Hours passed.
Out of nowhere, a strong wind rose. The water grew restless. Arthur's hands began to slip from the branch.
"Mr—!"
His grip failed.
Arthur fell into the sea.
"Arthur!" the crow scrmeans
The crow flew down in panic. His power still hadn't fully returned.
Just somehow… if I can get my power back, he thought. Just for now.
Suddenly, the crow's body grew larger. His wings expanded, cutting through the air. Without hesitation, he grabbed Arthur and lifted him from the sea.
The crow flew at incredible speed, rising high above the water and into the sky.
After nearly forty minutes, exhaustion caught up to him. He crashed into a farmyard. The crow landed heavily in a tree, breathing hard. Arthur fell onto a pile of hay below.
The boy was unconscious.
Time passed.
Arthur slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt. He looked around in confusion.
"Where am I…?" he whispered.
Then, worried, he called out,
"Where is Mr. Crow?"
The old man was on his way to feed his cows and sheep when he noticed a boy standing in the farmyard.
He stopped and looked closer.
"What's your name, boy?" the old man asked.
The boy didn't answer properly. Instead, he looked around nervously.
"Where is Mr. Crow? Mr… you know?"
"Mr who?" the old man asked, confused. "Who are you talking about?"
The boy hesitated.
"I… I don't really remember," he said. "I think I got lost."
"That's sad," the old man said softly. "So tell me—where do you live? How did you get here?"
"I don't know," the boy replied. "The crow helped me come here."
The old man frowned. "What crow?"
The boy suddenly noticed something. On the tree nearby, there was a black feather—half of a damaged wing hanging there.
He pointed at it.
"Here," the boy said. "That's him. That's the crow."
The old man looked up at the tree.
"What crow are you even talking about?" he said.
"Can you bring him down?" the boy asked desperately.
The old man sighed. "Alright. Let me bring my stairs."
He went away and returned with a ladder. Slowly, he climbed up and carefully brought the crow down.
"Are you talking about this crow?" the old man asked.
The boy ran forward.
"Mr. Crow! Are you okay?"
He started crying. "I'm sorry… I didn't hear you."
"No," the crow said weakly. "It's okay, Arthur."
The old man froze.
"…What?" he whispered.
"A crow that can talk? Are you some kind of magic tool… or a curse? Of that witch circes ?"
He looked at both of them carefully. They were exhausted. Injured.
"You both look very tired," the old man said finally. "And badly hurt. Come on—come to my home."
The scene shifted.
The crow lay quietly, his wing wrapped in bandages.
The crow slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the old man and spoke, his voice calm but weak.
"Tell me… what were you talking about earlier? The witch. The curse."
The old man stiffened.
"You heard that?"
"Yes," the crow said. "Who is this witch you mentioned?"
The old man sighed and sat down.
"Her name is Circe," he said. "She controls our kings. She claims she guides them… but everyone knows it's control."
The crow's eyes narrowed.
"She is looking for something?"
"A child," the old man replied quietly.
The crow went silent.
"A child…?" he repeated.
Then he looked toward the boy lying nearby.
Arthur was awake, listening.
"So this is what my mind was warning me about," the crow thought.
The old man cleared his throat.
"Oh—his name is Arthur," he said. "And mine is Stephen."
The crow inclined his head slightly.
"Stephen," he said. "I am glad you helped us."
Stephen nodded.
"Yeah," he replied. "Anyone would."
The room fell silent.
Outside, the wind moved softly—like it was listening.
The crow looked at Stephen.
"This place… is this Ireland?"
Stephen nodded.
"Yes," he said quietly. "Our Ireland."
He looked outside the window, toward the fields and distant hills.
"I have to say this," he continued. "Soon, it will turn to dust if someone doesn't help us. Because of that witch."
The crow stayed silent for a moment. Then he told Stephen everything—about the sea, the island, the boy's lost memories, and how Arthur had no past to return to.
Stephen listened without interrupting.
When the crow finished, Stephen lowered his head.
"That's very sad," he said softly. "To lose your memories like that… I hope this soul finds peace someday."
The crow's voice hardened.
"If they ever come here," he said, "protect him."
Stephen looked up at him.
"I will," he said firmly. "I promise."
Outside, unnoticed, a green pigeon sat quietly on a tree branch. Its eyes were unnaturally still, watching.
The scene shifted.
Inside a dark room, a witch stared into a glowing sphere. The same image reflected in it—the house, the boy, the crow.
Her lips curved into a thin smile.
"So," she whispered,
"you are here."
Her eyes darkened.
"Soon," she said calmly,
"you will be dead."
Arthur was sleeping.
In his dream, a man stood in front of him.
"Uncle Forbes," Arthur said softly. "Please… don't leave me."
The man looked at him with sadness.
"I have to," Forbes said.
"No—" Arthur whispered.
Suddenly, Arthur woke up, inhaling sharply. His chest rose and fell rapidly as if he had been drowning again.
The crow was nearby.
"What happened?" he asked. "Arthur?"
Arthur clutched the blanket.
"Uncle Forbes…"
"Forbes?" the crow repeated. "Who is that? Someone you know?"
Arthur nodded slowly.
"He was… he was someone," he said, confused.
The crow watched him carefully.
"It must have been a bad dream," he said. "But I have to tell you something. You're getting your memories back."
Arthur looked at him.
"You should sleep now," the crow continued gently. "Rest."
Arthur slowly lay back down.
Then—
Knock. Knock.
The sound echoed through the house.
The crow's eyes narrowed.
The room went silent.
"Let's go," a voice said from outside.
Heavy footsteps.
"We are guards from the king's palace," someone shouted.
"We are here for that boy. Open the door."
Stephen stayed calm.
He turned to Arthur and the crow.
"You two should eat first," he said quietly.
He handed food to Arthur.
The crow took a small piece of bread.
"Open the door!" the guards shouted again.
Stephen sighed.
"Well, young man," he said loudly toward the door, "wait a second. Don't you have some manners?"
He opened the door just a little.
The guards pushed forward.
"Where is the boy?" one of them demanded.
Stephen smiled faintly.
"Well," he said, "he is in my room."
"Good," the guard said, stepping inside.
Stephen suddenly raised his hand.
"Oh—my mistake," he added calmly. "I often see many people in my house. Sometimes I get confused."
Scene shift.
Arthur was already running.
He held the crow tightly in his hands as they rushed through the streets. His breath was uneven. His legs hurt, but he didn't stop.
Scene shift back.
The guards turned slowly toward Stephen.
"You old man," one of them said coldly.
"Tell me where he really is."
Stephen didn't answer.
"I don't think you understand," the guard continued, drawing his sword. "What I can do."
The blade moved.
Stephen fell.
Blood spread across the floor.
As his vision faded, he whispered,
"May God forgive me…"
Stephen died.
Scene shift.
Arthur kept running, tears mixing with sweat.
The crow spoke softly, his voice steady but heavy.
"Stephen did the right thing."
Arthur's breath shook.
"I hope… I hope he didn't die."
They reached a corner. Arthur leaned against the wall, exhausted.
"Arthur," the crow said, "go into that corner. We'll be safe for now."
"You're sure?" Arthur asked.
Arthur stumbled into the corner and slid down, barely standing.
The crow looked at him seriously.
"If something happens," he said, "run for your life. Even if it means leaving me."
Arthur shook his head violently.
"No. I don't want to lose you."
The crow closed his eyes for a moment.
"It's needed," he said quietly. "If it comes to that, we have no option."
He opened his eyes again.
"That witch—Circe—is after you," he said.
"And now… we are witnesses."
The crow spoke quietly.
"Arthur… I have to say this. We are safe from that witch for now."
Arthur didn't answer. He was already exhausted.
Both of them fell asleep where they were.
Morning came.
Sunlight filled the streets.
Arthur and the crow were now walking through a small marketplace. The crow rested on Arthur's shoulder—he still couldn't fly. As they walked, Arthur accidentally bumped into an old man.
"Oh—sorry," Arthur said quickly.
The crow leaned closer to his ear.
"Arthur, keep your eyes open. If someone tries to catch you, you need to see it first."
Arthur nodded.
"Yeah. Everything's fine. I'm watching."
They stopped in front of a house.
"Let's ask if we can stay somewhere for now," the crow said.
Arthur walked up to an old woman.
"Ma'am… can we live here for one day?"
She shook her head.
"No. I don't have space."
Arthur nodded politely and walked away.
He went to a young man next.
"Can we stay here for one night?"
The man barely looked at him.
"No space."
Another rejection.
Arthur slowly walked back and sat near a corner of the street. He took out the food Stephen had given them. He shared it with the crow.
As they ate, Arthur spoke softly.
"What are we going to do now?"
The crow stayed quiet for a moment.
Then he said,
"Wait. That's all we can do for now."
Arthur nodded and kept eating.
The city moved around them, unaware.
The next day came.
Morning light spilled over the street.
Arthur suddenly ran forward, waving his hand.
"Hey—hey! Lady! Please let me live in your home!"
The woman stopped, startled. She stared at him for a second, then shook her head and walked away without saying a word.
Arthur stood there, embarrassed.
The crow leaned closer on his shoulder.
"Hey," he said. "What are you doing?"
Arthur scratched his head.
"I was just asking…"
The crow paused.
For a brief moment—just a second—it looked like he wanted to laugh.
He turned his head away quickly.
"That's not how it works," he said, trying to sound serious.
Arthur sighed and walked back toward the corner.
The street kept moving. People passed by. Life went on.
For the first time in a while, the heaviness eased just a little.
The crow looked away.
"I can't say anything about this," he said quietly. "So… yeah."
Arthur turned back to the woman.
"Are you okay, ma'am?"
She nodded, still catching her breath.
"Yes… I'm okay."
Arthur smiled nervously.
"Don't be shocked," he added quickly. "His name is Mr. Crow. He's a good crow."
The crow tilted his head.
"…Good crow?"
Arthur nodded seriously.
The woman let out a small, relieved laugh.
"Oh," she said. "I'm really okay. Thank you for helping me."
The street slowly returned to normal.
People passed by, unaware of what had just happened.
The crow stayed silent—but he didn't deny it.
The woman smiled gently.
"So… your name is Arthur," she said.
Arthur nodded.
"Yeah."
She looked at both of them more carefully.
"Tell me," she asked softly, "are you two alone here?"
Arthur hesitated.
"Yes," he said.
The crow spoke calmly.
"We are here for something."
Arthur added quickly,
"We're looking for a home. We don't have anywhere to live."
He looked at her with hope.
"Can we live in your home?"
The crow glanced at Arthur.
"You don't have to ask like that," he said quietly.
The woman smiled wider.
"It's okay," she said. "You can stay in my home."
Arthur's eyes lit up.
"My name is Amanda," she said. "It's nice to meet you."
Scene shift.
The door of Amanda's house opened.
Warm light spilled out.
Arthur stepped inside slowly, looking around in wonder.
"So…" he said softly,
"we're really going to live here?"
The crow stayed on his shoulder, silent.
For the first time since the sea,
the night didn't feel cold.
Amanda looked at Arthur gently.
"Tell me," she asked, "where are your parents?"
Arthur lowered his eyes.
"I don't have any," he said quietly. "I lost them. I don't know what happened to them… and I don't remember anything. My memories are gone."
Amanda nodded slowly.
"It's okay," she said. "I recently lost my parents too. So I can say… you and I are the same."
Arthur looked up at her.
The crow spoke next.
"Amanda, if I may ask… what does this witch, Circe, do? And why would she be after us?"
Amanda's expression darkened.
"They're after you?" she asked. "Why?"
"Someone told us," the crow replied, "that the witch Circe is looking for a child."
Amanda went quiet for a moment.
"That witch," she said slowly, "is still linked to my parents. I believe… she killed them."
Arthur's hands trembled.
He looked at the crow.
"Mr. Crow… will that witch kill me? Or… something?"
The crow answered immediately.
"No," he said firmly. "I will not let that happen."
Arthur relaxed a little.
"Oh… that's good."
Amanda stood up.
"You both must be hungry," she said. "Would you like to eat something?"
She brought food to the table.
Arthur ate eagerly.
"It's a great meal," he said while eating.
Amanda smiled.
"I'm glad you like it."
The room felt warm.
For a moment, the outside world didn't exist.
Night fell.
Arthur and the crow were asleep.
Arthur began to dream.
In the dream, a man stood before him.
"Uncle Forbes," Arthur whispered.
Forbes placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders.
"You should go with your sister," he said. "Your father is dead. Your mother too. Go with her."
Arthur nodded, holding onto his sister's hand.
They ran.
They kept running.
The world around them blurred as they ran faster and faster.
Then a voice echoed behind them.
"Give it to me."
Arthur turned.
The witch stood there.
"No!" Arthur shouted.
She reached out and shoved him aside.
"She is mine now," the witch said coldly.
"I will become immortal."
The witch grabbed his sister and pulled her away.
Arthur screamed.
Arthur woke up suddenly.
"No!" he cried. "Sophie—please don't go! Don't leave me!"
The crow jolted awake.
"What happened?" the crow asked.
Arthur's breathing was uneven.
"My sister," he said. "She was taken."
The crow stared at him.
"You remember something from your past?"
Arthur nodded slowly.
"It was a witch," he said. "She took her."
The crow's voice lowered.
"Circe?"
Arthur didn't answer—but he didn't deny it.
Scene shift.
Inside a dark hall, guards stood trembling.
"My highness," one said, kneeling. "We couldn't find the boy you asked for."
Silence.
Then—
Circe moved.
The guard fell dead.
The others stepped back in fear.
"What do you mean by that?" Circe said calmly.
"You couldn't find him?"
She turned toward the shadows.
"That boy possesses a powerful magic body," she continued.
"If I sacrifice him, I will gain that power."
Her eyes burned.
"I already took his sister's life," she said. "But it was useless."
She clenched her hand.
"Search for him. I want him."
Arthur's voice trembled.
"She did it… she did," he said. "She took her."
The crow moved closer.
"It's okay," he said softly. "You should try to calm down."
Amanda appeared at the doorway, worried.
"What happened?" she asked. "I heard something. Are you okay?"
The crow turned to her.
"No," he said quietly. "It's something… but you should sleep, Amanda."
Amanda looked at Arthur.
"But I can see he's frustrated," she said. "He's very sad. May I help him?"
The crow hesitated.
"…I guess so," he said.
Amanda sat down and gently pulled Arthur closer, resting his head on her lap. She brushed his hair softly.
"It's okay, Arthur," she whispered. "I'll help you sleep."
She smiled faintly.
"I'll sing a song for you. One my parents used to sing to me when I was a child."
Her voice was soft and warm.
🎵
"Hey, hey… night in the sky,
It shines with the moon so bright.
Fairy white, I've seen it too,
Through all that I see and do.
What I see, I will face,
Peacefully, day by night.
I'll rest my heart, I'll close my eyes,
And sleep beneath gentle light."
🎶
Arthur's breathing slowly eased.
His eyes closed.
He fell asleep.
The room grew quiet.
The crow watched silently.
After a moment, he spoke.
"…Wow," he said. "You sing very well."
Amanda smiled softly, careful not to wake Arthur.
Outside, the night listened.
Morning light slowly filled the room.
Arthur opened his eyes.
For a moment, everything felt quiet.
The crow was sleeping nearby, his head tucked under his wing.
Amanda was asleep too, sitting beside him.
Arthur moved slightly.
Amanda stirred and opened her eyes.
"Oh… you're awake," she said softly. "I guess I fell asleep with you too."
Arthur nodded, a little shy.
The crow lifted his head next, blinking slowly.
He looked around once, then relaxed again.
Morning had come.
For now, the world was calm.
Arthur looked at Amanda with a small smile.
"Hey… Amanda," he said softly. "Can I call you big sis?"
Amanda blinked in surprise.
Then she smiled.
"Sure," she said gently. "I think I need a little brother too."
Arthur's smile grew.
He noticed the necklace around her neck.
"Why do you have that beautiful necklace?" he asked.
Amanda touched it carefully.
"It was my mother's gift," she said. "She gave it to me when I was young."
Arthur nodded seriously.
"It looks really good on you."
Amanda laughed quietly.
"Hey," she said, standing up, "do you want to go to the market with me?"
Arthur's eyes lit up.
"Yeah!"
She added, "But first, let's eat something. You both look hungry."
They sat together and ate peacefully.
For a moment, there was no fear.
No running.
No shouting.
The crow watched them silently.
"After all the suffering," he said quietly, "we're finally seeing something good. I hope it stays like this."
He paused.
"I've worked with many humans," he continued. "Pirates… soldiers… people driven by hunger and desire. That's how it usually is."
He looked at Arthur.
"But this…" he said softly, "this feels different."
Somewhere, unseen, a voice echoed faintly—almost like a thought carried by the wind.
I saved this boy…
I hope this life means something.
I hope I did something good.
The morning continued.
For now.
They went to the market together.
First, they passed through a garden.
Flowers were everywhere — red, white, yellow — swaying gently in the wind.
Amanda sat down and began making something with her hands, carefully weaving threads and small beads she bought nearby.
After a while, she smiled and held it out.
"For you," she said.
It was a small necklace.
Arthur's eyes widened.
"For me?"
She nodded.
"And one more."
She turned to the crow and placed a tiny necklace beside him.
The crow blinked.
"…I've never worn anything like this," he muttered.
Arthur laughed.
Suddenly, Arthur ran ahead.
"Over here! I'm here, big sis!"
Amanda chased after him, laughing.
The crow flew above them, watching.
Arthur tripped and fell into the soft grass.
Amanda laughed and fell beside him.
Both of them laughed together, breathless, happy.
For a moment, the world felt normal.
The scene shifted to the market.
Amanda bought cabbage, fruits, bread — many small things.
Arthur carried a bag proudly.
The crow sat on a wooden sign, watching people pass.
"This is… strange," the crow thought.
"Peace feels heavier than war."
Back at home, the sun was already low.
Arthur sat down and sighed happily.
"Today was amazing," he said.
Amanda smiled warmly.
"I'm glad."
The crow looked at them both.
He said nothing.
But for the first time in a long while…
he hoped this peace would last.
Amanda was inside the house, busy with small work. Arthur sat nearby with the crow.
Suddenly—
Bang. Bang.
Someone knocked hard on the door.
"Open the door," a rough voice said. "We need to talk."
The crow stiffened immediately.
"…Those people again," he said quietly. "Don't open it. They're after us."
Amanda looked worried.
"So… we shouldn't?"
Before anyone could answer—
A loud crash.
A rope dropped from above.
Someone climbed through the window and smashed it open.
Arthur froze.
"Mr. Crow… what are they doing?"
The crow spread his wings.
"Run," he said firmly. "Now."
The crow grew larger, blocking the way.
"I'll handle them," he said.
Arthur hesitated, then ran.
The crow attacked the guards, forcing them back. Wood cracked. Furniture fell. The house filled with shouting.
But more guards rushed in.
In the chaos, hands grabbed Arthur.
"No—!" Amanda shouted, trying to reach him, but she was pushed aside.
Arthur was dragged away.
The crow turned sharply.
"Wait!"
He chased after them, flying low.
But one of the guards did something—something sudden.
The crow cried out.
His body shrank back to its normal size mid-air, and he crashed to the ground.
The guards kept running.
Silence followed.
Amanda rushed to the crow and knelt beside him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaking.
The crow tried to stand.
Arthur was gone.
The crow staggered, wings trembling.
"I should chase them," he said.
Amanda grabbed him gently.
"No. You can't. You're in bad condition."
"They'll kill Arthur if we don't do anything," the crow snapped.
Amanda shook her head.
"Trust me. She won't kill him yet. Circe has a ceremony."
The crow looked up sharply.
"…A ceremony?"
"The Red Moon Ceremony," Amanda said. "She needs him alive."
The crow's eyes widened.
"Red Moon…?"
SCENE SHIFT
Circe walked slowly toward Arthur.
"Well, well, well," she smiled.
"Arthur, my dear. Finally… I have you."
Arthur's hands were tied with rope.
Circe waved her hand at the guards.
"Leave him."
She circled him like a shadow.
"After I killed everyone related to your parents," she whispered,
"I knew there was something special about you."
Arthur struggled.
"Let me go."
"In two days," Circe said softly,
"your body will make me immortal."
Arthur froze.
SCENE SHIFT — THE RESCUE ATTEMPT
Night.
Amanda hid in the shadows near the palace.
The crow sat silently on a guard's shoulder.
The guard laughed, unaware.
The crow leaned down—
snatched the key—and flew up.
"HEY—!" the guard shouted.
The crow flew higher, then threw the key.
Amanda caught it.
The crow dived back down, distracting the guards, crashing into them, knocking them over.
The guards chased the wrong direction.
Amanda opened the gate.
The crow flew in and shut it behind them.
Suddenly—
The crow grew huge.
"What the—?!" the guards shouted.
He charged through them, sending many flying.
Amanda grabbed another key and ran inside.
"Arthur!" she whispered.
She searched.
Empty.
"…He's not here," she said in panic.
The crow shrank back, bleeding.
"…Why?" he whispered. "Why not here… Arthur…"
A guard attacked.
The crow fought back, but blood dripped from his feathers.
He fell back to his small size.
Amanda rushed to him.
"Hey—are you okay?"
The crow looked at her, breathing hard.
"…You already know where he is."
Amanda froze.
"…Above the palace," she said. "The ritual place."
The crow closed his eyes.
"I can use my power one last time," he said.
"If I use it twice in a single day… I will die."
Amanda's voice broke.
"Don't say that. There has to be another way."
The crow looked at the red moon slowly rising.
"This is the only way to save him."
SCENE SHIFT — THE RED MOON
Circe held Arthur's arm.
"The time has come."
Arthur struggled.
"Let me go! I want to meet Mr. Crow!"
Circe smiled cruelly.
"Oh, you will see him."
She pulled him toward the ritual circle.
"But first," she said,
"come here."
The moon above them slowly—
turned red 🌕🔴
The guards turned suddenly.
A shadow crashed into them.
BAM.
The crow landed between them.
"Hey, Circe," the crow said, wings spread wide.
"Leave him. Alone."
Circe laughed softly.
"Oh, crow… you came."
She looked at Arthur.
"It's too late. You can't save him."
The king stepped forward, sword drawn.
Circe turned to him.
" can I trust you my dear ?"
The king said nothing.
His eyes were empty.
Hypnotized.
The king swung his sword.
The crow dodged, the blade slicing the air.
The king attacked again—
the crow struck his arm, twisted, and pushed him back.
The king stumbled.
The crow slammed into him with full force.
The king fell hard to the ground.
"…You're done," the crow said.
The crow flew forward and hit Circe, knocking her to the floor.
Arthur collapsed nearby, weak.
"Run, Arthur!" the crow shouted.
Arthur shook his head.
"No! I won't!"
"This is foolishness!" the crow yelled.
"Run! I said run!"
Circe rose.
Dark energy gathered in her hand.
She struck.
The blast hit the crow.
"MR. CROW!" Arthur screamed.
The crow hit the ground.
He looked up at Arthur and smiled weakly.
"…It's okay."
He forced himself into the air again.
With everything left in him, the crow charged.
He slammed into Circe.
Again.
Again.
Circe screamed.
"You—crow—!"
The crow grabbed her and threw her toward the balcony edge.
"This time," he whispered,
"I won't let it happen again."
Circe lost her balance.
"No—!"
She fell.
The crow landed, breathing heavily.
His wings shook.
He was exhausted.
The red moon burned above them.
Silence followed.
FINAL SCENE — THE SEA OF SKY
The crow lay still.
His breathing was faint.
A soft smile rested on his face.
"…Finally," the crow whispered,
"I did something good."
"No—" Arthur shook his head, tears falling.
"Mr. Crow, don't leave me alone."
Amanda knelt beside them, her hands trembling.
"I'm sorry… I wasn't able to save you."
The crow slowly turned his head toward her.
"Don't blame yourself," he said gently.
"I'm glad… you both are safe."
He looked at Amanda.
"Promise me something."
Amanda wiped her tears.
"I promise. I'll take care of Arthur."
The crow nodded.
Arthur grabbed the crow tightly.
"Please… don't die like this," he cried.
"We're brothers… aren't we?"
The crow laughed softly.
"Yes," he said.
"We always will be."
He looked at Arthur one last time.
"I'm glad I saved you, Arthur.
Even if we spent only a few days together…
you felt very close to me."
His voice weakened.
"This journey…
the tale of the boy and the crow…
ends here."
He looked up at the sky.
"Maybe God wanted this.
I saved you from the deep sea…
and now…"
A pause.
"…I'm dying in a sea too."
Arthur leaned closer.
"The sea of the sky…"
The crow's eyes closed.
Silence.
Arthur screamed and cried, holding him tightly.
Hours passed.
The rain began to fall.
The sky turned blue.
The sun slowly rose above the horizon.
Rain and sunlight together.
Amanda placed her hand on Arthur's shoulder.
Arthur didn't move.
He held the crow.
Top view:
A small boy, holding a crow.
Rain falling.
Sun rising.
Fade out.