The Stories in the Stars

Disclaimer: The characters in this book are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Eudora Perine
== Intro ==
Have you ever thought about where we get our ideas, our stories. What we call... fiction. After all, nothing is an invention, only an innovation. So we have to wonder... is there truth to these stories? Is the impossible possible?
I've decided to open a door in which I have found fascinating animals, aliens, humans, and more. Each individual has their own story, of which I am determined to document. However, I have discovered that that is not only improbable, but also impossible (the impossible is not possible in this particular situation). I cannot be in more than one place at once and, frankly, the interesting characters I am trailing have far better ways of traveling than I.
This is a world in which many of us steal from and also give to, a world in which many of us unconsciously reside. The many who use this world in the day are only seeing through a window, a dirty one, so many eyes are blocked seeing in detail. Only the most skilled have been able to clean this window, and, possibly, build it into a door (such as I did). As the many tales and fantastical stories unfold, I have traveled through this door and once my work in this world is done, I aim to open yet another door. But this ambition is not relevant, so I have taken as many notes as possible and plan to share them all, in due time. 
Many may find these stories simply fascinating, others may find them reflecting the many problems and conflicts in this very world, because, though it may be hard to believe, some in this parallel world have fought their way into our world the very way I did theirs. 
May your adventures exceed mine, and may your pleasures be profound. 
~The Traveler
== Ancient Crows ==
For those who cannot stand medium-level violence (such as potential death, punching, kicking, etc), I suggest you leave this documentation alone. People who hate stories that will not be finished, I advise you to not read this, because I will be unable to document the rest of this storyline.
These people were unaware of my watching and how I obtained their names cannot be shared.
Sami shrieked as Jack launched at her. He slammed her against the wall and Sami gasped. He removed a pocket knife from his pocket and shoved it toward her. She twisted and the knife embedded itself in a crack between the stones on the wall. Jack growled and yanked, the knife scrapping the dried putty.
Jack was clenching the handle again, the short but menacing blade gleaming again. He grinned and Sami ran-- but Jack soon caught up. Sami spun around to his side and threw a punch that caught his jaw. She had hit too low. Jack recovered in less than a second, using a double kick and catching Sami’s recently-broken rib. She gritted her teeth and anticipated his next attack, catching Jack’s hand that held his dagger and letting his momentum carry them to the wall. She shoved herself upward, bringing up her knee on her opponent’s windpipe. He stumbled back and Sami swept his legs out from under him. His free hand caught her leg and he yanked her down. Jack rolled and pinned her down, taking his knife and bringing it down on Sami’s neck.
Almost.
The blade halted an inch away from Sami’s skin and wavered, but Jack wasn’t stopping. He pushed-- harder and harder. But the dagger wouldn’t move. Sami’s eyebrows were knotted. 
“Listen,” His breath was heavy and hot on Sami’s face. “You stop your freaky mind tricks.”
“No,” Sami said. “Listen, Jack, whatever this is, that’s going on, I can help you.”
“You’re with them.”
“You were, too.” Sami pointed out. “Remember? All those lessons… But you’ve lost your powers, haven’t you? We’re family, Jack, you could do these same things. And you were happy. So why did you go?”
“I left because our people are flawed.” The knife moved a millimeter more. “Your leaders-- the ancient crows… they’re too power-hungry. And to think- soon you’ll be one of them.”
“And that’s why you’re trying to kill me.” Sami clarified. 
Jack’s shoulders slid up and down. “It makes sense.”
Sami’s face fell. “I’m sorry, Jack.” 
Then the dagger snapped up out of Jack’s hand, the handle hitting his head with a crack. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Sami stood, black wings unfolding from her back and slipping up over the top of her low-cut shirt. She looked at Jack, down the alley they had fought, and flew into the sky.