Hi :) I've just finished editing the story I wrote. My biggest problem is that I'm not a native English user and while I love writing in English I'm wondering if my language is good enough. I don't have any English speaking friends, and I would rather not ask my English teacher to read this... Thank you in advance for any comments!
A lonely crow was sitting on the branch of a withered tree just above the graveyard’s gate. It tilted its head hearing a giggle coming from the path leading from the village and cawed with indignation; nothing disturbed the silence of the dead more than a loud, carefree laugh of the living.
It saw two figures emerging from the green of fresh, young leaves covering the bushes overgrowing both sides of the track.
The first one was huge; the animal, furry and as big as a bear, had a tail and a long muzzle of a wolf. The bird looked then at the second figure, two-legged, short and slim; it was most probably a child, following the creature. The child's features were hidden under a dark cloak; the crow nodded with approval, seeing the cloth was as black as its wings. There were quills of arrows projecting above his shoulder, and a bow in a case hung over his back.
The boy swung a thick stick, and the furry monster jumped, trying to catch it with its tusks. The bird cawed angrily once again; this time the child looked at the withered tree, and the hood fell from his head, uncovering a mop of curly, brown hair. When theirs looks met, the crow noticed that one of the human’s eyes was hazel, while the other was ice blue.
“A young mage”, it thought.
“Jules! Stop this nonsense!”, a male, deep voice came from behind the bushes.
The boy shrugged his shoulders, then smiled at the furry creature and tossed the stick as far as he could. The beast caught it in flight and crushed it between its big tusks.
“Jules, come on!”, someone else called, “Ravin wants to talk to us again.”
Now two bigger human beings approached the smaller one, provoking the crow’s curiosity. Both the strangers were adult males, clothed in similar black coats, and carrying something looking like a sword with an enormously long hilt. They didn’t wear hoods, so the bird could examine their features. The first one, tall and muscular, appeared to be older. His face was blemished by a scar, and his eyes, dark and narrow, seemed menacing. The younger one was taller and slimmer, with blue-gray, merry eyes and blond hair tied in a short ponytail on the back of his head.
And then, the black bird noticed a detail it had missed. There was something embroidered on all the humans' cloaks, on left chest. The crow spotted a crest with a flying raven, extending its talons, ready to catch its prey.
“Hunters”, it though and shook its head. It spread its wings and flew away. Whatever they were planning to do at the cemetery, the bird didn’t want to witness it.