Beneath the glinded tongue

Previously

…I looked down at myself. My feathers seemed… brighter. My one eye, which had always felt like a window to a weary soul, now held a spark of something new. Freedom. Theron walked towards me, his steps no longer hesitant. He knelt, his gaze meeting mine. “Corvus?” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. I opened my beak, and for the first time, the words that came were not dictated by constraint, but by choice. “The Willow awakens,” I said, my voice clear, unburdened. “And my voice… it is my own.” The truth was still mine, but now, it was mine to wield.