At the burial, a raven settled on the girl’s casket. In an instant, the crowd was struck silent, their words vanishing into the air…

He had brought his daughter back to life. It was a thought that filled him with both gratitude and disbelief. By the time they arrived at the hospital, the news had already spread.

Nurses and doctors rushed to meet them, their faces a mixture of shock and awe. Mona was quickly wheeled into a private room where a team of specialists began examining her. Her parents stood in the corner, watching anxiously as the doctors worked.

She’s responding well, one of the doctors said after a few minutes. Her vitals are stable and there doesn’t seem to be any lasting damage, but we’ll need to run more tests to be sure. Her mother let out a shaky breath, clutching her husband’s arm.

Thank you, she whispered. Thank you for not giving up on her. The doctor nodded, his expression serious.

I have to be honest with you, this is highly unusual. Cases like this are rare and we’ll need to understand what caused her condition in the first place. As the medical team prepared to run additional tests, Mona’s eyes fluttered open.

Her gaze was unfocused at first, but when she saw her parents standing nearby, a faint smile crossed her lips. Mom, Dad, she murmured, her voice weak but audible. Her mother rushed to her side, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Oh, Mona, you’re awake. Thank God you’re awake. Her father leaned in, his hand trembling as he touched her shoulder.

We’re here, sweetheart. You’re safe now. Mona’s eyes filled with tears as she tried to sit up, but the effort was too much.

What? What happened? She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mother smoothed her hair back, her voice gentle. You scared us, Mona.

You collapsed, and the doctors thought… She trailed off, unable to say the words. But you’re okay now. That’s all that matters.

Mona nodded weakly, her mind hazy with confusion. She remembered the moments leading up to her collapse, the weight of her sadness, the overwhelming sense of hopelessness. But beyond that, everything was a blur.

Onyx, she whispered suddenly, her eyes widening. Where’s Onyx? Her father glanced toward the window, where the raven was perched on the ledge, his dark eyes fixed on Mona. He’s here, he said softly.

He never left you. Mona smiled faintly, her heart swelling with gratitude. He saved me, she said, her voice trembling.

I don’t know how, but he saved me. Her parents exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with both wonder and uncertainty. They had seen it with their own eyes…