The crows were everywhere watching what we did and who we talked to. The Wicked Witch had her eyes, in the trees, in the birds, in the creatures that walked the land. She used them to make sure we stayed in line, to make sure we didn’t send for the Great Shepherd. If we were only to cry out to Him, He would be at our sides to assist us in a moment, but we were too afraid.
For generations, the Witch had ruled and her stead, left the land barren and broken. We needed to find a crow, just one crow that would go for the Great Shepherd, that would turn from her and turn to the One that could save us all.
My A-muse-ing Life 