A Murder of Crows

The funeral of Crow was a somber affair, the local weather team even making sure that it rained during such a sad day.

Crow's coffin stood behind a podium, covered in flowers and topped with a picture of him as he was in life.

All of Crow's flock had gathered for this, each one cawing out a mournful song as they lit the sky in a dazzling display of magic.

Twilight stood, wiping tears from her eyes, and approached the podium. She'd chosen to wear one of Crow's spare cloaks for this, not having any other black clothing.

"I didn't know Crow for very long, and maybe he aggravated me a lot, but in the few months that I've known him, he's managed to save my life and this town so many times..."