Cursed Feather

When the heartstone shattered, a curse chose me, weaving itself into my feathers like thorns. I, Cursefeather, became a herald of storms, my cries swallowed by thunder as the Veil trembled. I saw the fox’s crow-crowned shadow slip away, but my warnings drowned in the gale. The shard I carry hums with fury, a truth the wind conceals. Each tempest I summon is a plea—listen, mortal, to the storm’s heart. It speaks what I cannot: the fox’s deceit, the perch’s betrayal. Find me where lightning splits the sky, where chaos sings. The shard’s truth lies there, but beware—the curse clings to those who seek it.