Screeeeeechh! Screeeeeeech!
Icarus fluttered its wings as it perched and tried to balance itself properly on a tree branch. Its sharp predatory eyes scanned the white expanse of snow for any signs of life and before long, its eyes began to glow with a green hue; the Oracle was here now. “Good birdie, you picked a great spot, now didn't you pookie?” the hawk spoke in the old witch's voice praising itself. The Oracle was now poised to catch her prey - Dahlia.
‘Come on now, where are you?’ the witch asked in thought as she scanned the area using her crystal ball which was magically connected to Icarus's vision.
“Squawk! I still think I could have done a better job than that sorry raptor!” the old witch's raven complained as it fluttered around in the cave. The Oracle had gotten tired of
