The first thing the scarecrow felt was new energy that had been to weak to notice had started flickering in and out of touch. The scarecrow touched on it and was suprise when in seemed to grab on to him it spread through every inch of straw and wood until it reaches Back stab. The black tipped spear the scarecrow was holding was shaking the spear started to glow as more power was filed into it then a messages popped up.

[ skill gained wepon imbuement ]

[ you have used all your mana in one spell you have mana exhaustion]

The scarcrows body bounced as it hit the floor with the sound of wooden bones clattering together.

Three hours later the scarecrows sences returned looking at the wooden beams above there was something shining in on one of the saport pillars jumping to its feet the scarecrow tried to jump for the shiny but it was no use. Then he looked at the black tipped spear with what could be called a painted grin.

Slowly this time mana was filed into the head of the spear but as the spear was pointed at the beam the mana took the spear like it was shot from a crossbow. The old beam exploded as all but a few of the scarecrows manna was fed into the blast the beam fell the scarecrow lept back from the falling wood and stone. As the dust settled there was a small wooden chest sat on top of the rubble.

Scarecrows spear slammed through the wooden lid with a crash as confusion as to why there was no blood shot through the sraw brain of the cloth head.

A scream was Hurd from the box as a ball of of blue feather flew from the new hole in the box a confusing site greeted the bag face. As scarecrow looked at the small thing with blue wings infont of the scarecrow was a mix between a blue bird and a fairy instead of butterfly wings or hand the creture had blue wings and instead of hair there was just a tangled mass of feathers.

hannah pov

Hannah was a song harpy much like other harpies she was a half human half songbird beast man but the song aspect of her name ment she was only the size of a blue jay. She had been chased into the dungeon by a crow her normal powers of song letting her sail through the miasma without ditection. Hidden inside a chest but the chest was cursed it couldn’t be opend by the same person twice lucky she new water magic so she could keep her self alive.

After 3 days of flying through the dead kingdom she had little food so she could only survive for a week but her job was to find a rare flower that only grew in the dead kingdom.

Half way through the fifth day there had been an exsplosian and she had felt the box fall. Lucky what was in the box broke her fall but she still lost a few hp then a spear head almost as big as her had slammed through the box lid. She had shot out of the chest just to see her saviour/ attacker standing informant of her.

As the living scarecrow with the red smiling face came closer its spear pointed at her she closed her eyes and started humming the song her mother had taught her to sing when she was scared as she prepared for death.

pov scarecrow

Before the strange looking thing attacked the spear was ready for a lunging stab the strange thing made a sound that made the scarecrow feel safe and happy both emotions new the its straw body.

[ you half bee affected bye song of the loving mother + 20% to calm]