You ran away again. No, no, no. I didn't run. I left. There's a difference between running and leaving. That was a lot weirder than I thought it would be. I thought they would for sure all try to kill me at the same time. My feathers were being tugged.

That was... the prophecy. I remember each line. I remember each rhyme. Why do prophecies have to rhyme so much?  I remember every word. If they know the prophecy, things will get a whole lot uglier. I turn and realize there's a thunderbolt flying toward me like a torpedo. My eyes narrow. Way to go Zeus. I didn't think you would fry a raven from the sky, but that's low. It was hurdling at me. Oh crap. Oh ***. I try to dodge but I feel it like a bullet wrapped in fire.

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Ow... ow. I haven't been hit by a thunderbolt for several centuries. It hurts- I wish it hadn't hit me so precisely, but it did have a magic lock on me, avoiding it would be near impossible even for me. I cough up smoke and spit. I look around. My vision is still hazy from the blast and there's a loud ringing in my ears. 

That was... a strange way for my brothers to bid me farewell- shooting a raven out of the sky. I shakily sit up. Where even am I? A small herd of trees fell and burned. It looks like a spaceship fell like in the movies. I brush myself off. Ow, my legs were shaking. 

"You guys owe me a new shirt." I hiss.

"Puck!" I hear.

I turn.

"What took you guys so long?" I raise an eyebrow.

"We saw your fall. Are you okay?" Ash asks.

"What? What did you say?" I yelp.

"Puck, you can hear me." Ash crosses his arms.

"No! I really can't." I rub my ear.

"Very funny." Ash says.

"You know me ice boy." I chuckle dusting myself off. 

"We should leave; this place wreaks of-" Ash starts.

"Fried Goodfellow?" I punch his shoulder.

"Evil and blood." Ash corrects.

"Close enough." I say.