Novel & Cerita One That Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest Audiobook

now keep watch on the King and let me know of there are any changes in our favor ) { you mean changes in your favor, this has nothing to do with me, the council or Selene } ( bottom line, keep watch ) A little bird standing on the window sill whose presence went undetected to the two engrossed in conversation flutters it's little wings and takes flight then transforms into a snowy owl that glided through the sky before descending in the Evergreen Forest landing on the arm of her owner to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. *WHAT?!* Kavis POV

I got up from my crouching position, smoothed my hands across my dress, and decided to stay here for a while before going back to join them. Maybe my disappearing for a while would quieten the whispers and they could find something else to shift their focus on. In that moment, I heard a caw and the flutter of wings from above which drew my gaze and a crow came into view flying down to the ground. I watched it while taking cautious steps back but it paid no attention to me and began to hit its beak on the ground as if looking for something, it did it severally while I stared at particles of dirt fly with its digging and soon a sound like it was hitting its beak against metal began to echo.

For a moment, it felt like peace. I leaned back and floated for a while, eyes closed, arms outstretched as the sun filtered in through the leaves above. The silence was peaceful. until it wasn't. A sound cut the air. A croak. Then another. I opened my eyes slowly. Above me, through the leafy cover of the trees, a few black shapes flew overhead. And then they returned. Birds. But not birds. Ravens. Three. Then five. Then dozens. They didn't fly aimlessly. They flew directly over me, their shrieking croaks booming in the trees as if saying words of tongues that only they understood.

It was dark, the only light source from the shy moon and rebellious stars in the sky. A single bird suddenly flew overhead, chirping like it was trying to pass a message. She stretched her ears to listen, hoping it would give her the answer to break free from the maze finally. Just as she caught on to its first words, an enormous bird swooped in from nowhere and grabbed the smaller bird with its mouth.

CHAPTER HUNDRED -THIRTY-ONE *Maybe this is a bad idea* The once sunny and colourful afternoon suddenly transformed into a dark and gloomy late afternoon. The firey ball was shrouded in the dreary clouds and blackbirds dotted the sky as their hoarse cries echoed across the sky, tracing chills down her spine: the Caw! Caw! Caw! The birds made her nervous and anxious as she scurried down a deserted forest. Good lord! This place gives me the chills!

There's still ice in a few places, but the water flows freely enough for me to hear it. "Found you, " I tell the large animal, it's yellow eyes moving to regard me as I slowly crept towards it. There's something attached to it's feet, my eyes narrowing on it as I moved closer, yet cautiously, not sure how it would respond to a stranger stealing it's letter. Just when I got close enough to hold it, the damn fiddle flies off in a heavy fan of it's strong wings and I cover my eyes, feathers flying on in its haste and I stomp my feet in annoyance.

*Croak* *Croak* Huginn nuzzled cozily against Mane and Muninn gently prodded the young Supreme. “Hehe. Alright.” Mane giggled. He snapped his fingers and like a man full of tricks red flames swiftly engulfed him – and the birds who sat on his shoulder. *Croak!* *Croak!*

he added. They followed Kuu deeper into the cave and just a few steps later, they heard distinct sounds of hens and ducks. “Am I hallucinating?” The queen asked Vivar who was also trying to listen to the noise of the poultry. “I think I am too, your highness. This kid is kinda weird.” Vivar whispered.

Even though I had seen it twice now, I still could not believe that this place existed, that it was a reality covered in transcendence. I ran to the little oak tree like a three-year-old girl. The nightingales did not budge as I entered their dominion for they were all busy with their carol. I tapped a branch. Nothing. I threw a stone. Still nothing. And so, I shouted. And all of the fowls flew off their nests like a blanket of black feathers, and then they scattered until there was none left. Long enough that, I noticed that the meadow quieted down. For a second I thought that they would migrate somewhere else because of my insolence, but they flew back again altogether.

It was six and in fifteen minutes the storm would pass. ‘Perfect’. Kane climbed up an exposed beam ten feet high inside the huge entrance hall. It was silent except a clatter of the little yellow beaked chorai hopping over the dome. A few minutes later a blast of a horn made the little bird flutter away. Kane listened to the soft echo of his footsteps. The overseer entered. He walked in and started to look around. He turned his head left, then right, then backed away. He pressed his behind against the beam Kane was crouching on.