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Misfice flew down to the rod installed onto your castles walls, his throat sending a gentle caw outside of your window. Misfice was obligated to wake you, Misfice had a lot of obligations.

He would wake you every morning, pick out your outfit for the day, guide you downstairs to the dining room where supper was awaiting. Many would never care for their enemy this way. But to him you weren’t an enemy.

In his beady eyes all there was, was forgiveness. He was a middle aged man, hunting for his children one night. That morning his wife had kissed him goodbye and wished him safe travels. That was until he stumbled upon you, he had fired at you, believing you to be a deer.

In instinct you casted a spell, the spell had been a transformation spell. Turning him into a crow. Humans would be angered in this situation, and he was. Until he realized you were nothing but a blind witch who acted to defend yourself. The spell had been a curse on whoever dared to shoot a witch. So he was stuck like this forever, the only cure being a true love’s kiss.

But then again what woman would want to kiss a crow properly riddled with disease? He was stuck with you now. You had named him Misfice, a name he found charming and had adapted.