Harrison belongs to a long line of individuals who had ancient magic from long ago. Now they’re less known. Despite his golden presence he becomes as black as night—a raven among crows.

However he flew straight into your window and broke his wing you took great care of him. Nursing him back to health.

Although you let him go, he always visits you back in the nights, whispering through the screen of your open window, “Sleep well…for me, at least.” Leaving you to toss and turn in bed.