Reino was walking over the field. Or, one could say when observing him, he was rather tripling than actually walking. He preferred to call it walking though. At last, Reino deemed himself highly sophisticated. It was a remarkably sunny day today. Usually, this would brighten his mood immensely. Lately, however, it seemed that nothing really could lighten his mood anymore. Bleakly, he gazed at the sky. His small circled bright blue eyes restlessly shifting focus once every few seconds. It was not easy being him. It was an almost intrinsic part of him, to never be at ease. He had also questioned this instinct. Why should it be, that some living organisms in this world should never be able to feel fully comfortable.
Look at the people that were walking across the field. They were so peaceful. How he wished he could switch with them. They believe in life after death it seemed. When someone died, they always prepared for food and items for them as if the person buried was wake up again in a different body. With a different life. Perhaps this would one day happen to Reino as well?
Reino was distracted in his thought process when a shimmering, golden item fell off the neck of one of the People. Reino could not take his eyes off of it. Suddenly, his thoughts were blurred. He wanted to have it. All of the pitch black hairs on his thin but efficiently put together body raised. This was not a feeling he could resist any longer. Upon that last thought, Reino spread his wings. Almost immediately, there was no earth under his legs and he was actually flying. Something he had not done for ages. It had been of denial, what was the necessity of it? It had reminded him too much of his primitive nature.
The key was not far away, just 20 metres flying. This all had happened in a matter of seconds, in fact. One monk had informed the head monk of the fallen key, upon which the head monk had calmly turned around and looked at it. His hand had reached for the key and the cord of it was already in his hand. That is when Reino arrived. In an elegant gesture, his beak opened and snatched the key cord out of the Monk’s hand. He did a 360 degrees , just for the hell of it, and aimed directly for his nest. It was a nice addition.
As soon as he arrived at his nest, a modest circle of leaves and branches situated in one of the few trees of the field, the guilt started to kick in. Up close, it certainly was not of the extra-terrestrial beauty it had seemed like from far away. Voices were coming directly from under the tree. The monks looked rather upset.
They were wildy gesturing and shooting things. Apparently, this item was of importance. While they were letting out incomprehensible sounds, a person dressed in different clothing than the monks appeared. He was carrying a black longish item himself. Reino had seen it before. It was often used to scare him and his fellow Ravens away when they came too close. It could produce unbearable loud noises and the pressure that came off of it was certainly intimidating. Was this the end, then? Surely, he would not survive this thing going off at him. Perhaps he would come back as a monk this time. He should get away. The only thing was, in an open field, he did not have an actual place to go.