No one expected the crow. At Emily’s funeral, as tears fell and prayers were whispered, the black bird landed softly on her coffin. Its piercing violet eyes seemed almost human. The crowd gasped—crows were said to carry messages between worlds. Then, in a voice that sent shivers down every spine, it spoke: “The forest. The cabin. The truth.”
Emily’s parents, Michael and Sarah, knew this was no coincidence. That night, they searched their old cabin near the woods. Under a loose floorboard, they found Emily’s diary. Her words revealed the unthinkable—her uncle and the village doctor had been poisoning her. Worse, other children had suffered the same fate.
The police investigation led to arrests, and at the trial, the crow returned, watching silently. When justice was served, it flew away, its duty done. Today, a linden tree grows where Emily rests, and every year, a raven comes—a guardian of the truth, ensuring it’s never forgotten.
