Julio Chevasco "Between hearts and leaves"

Never-Loved was hidden on the top of Farkas Peak, watching five crows flying over Bêrmelin Forest. From there, Bêrmelin looked like a giant maze of weed and fallen trees; not as days gone by, when spiky roses and orchids covered it with perfume and men still walked trough their once safe routes.
‘You, thief! Mind your own business!,’ said one of the crows. ‘I don’t like you staring at me and my children.’
But Never-Loved answered in the bird’s tongue: ‘It doesn’t smell like carrion nearby, where are you going crow?’
Old stories say bird-speakers were extremely wise mages or fearful brave warriors. Never-Loved was as wise as a mage and as strong as a warrior. So the crow trembled and whispered in the old Crow’s tongue: ‘A bird-speaker with a nose of a wolf may also know the tongue of the beasts. Keep going my children, and don’t look back until we’ve reached our nest.’
But once again, Never-Loved answered; this time speaking the old Crow’s tongue: ‘Stop leading that rubbish, foolish creature; and come close where I can see your beak.’
‘Why would a thief like you wanted to speak with a bird like me?,’ asked the crow. ‘As you know, Crows predict a black future if are consulted by a mortal. Is that what you want?’
By then, all the birds had stopped their course. Never-Loved looked at them with no smile in his face trying to reach the depths of their hearts, but those crows were born from a pure-blood line whose feathers acted as soul-scales, refusing the wizard’s bad eye.
‘Clever creatures,’ murmured as the old crow approached him. ‘I don’t need you as a fortune-teller, but as a guide to the forest’s heart,’ a long silence followed Never-Loved’s voice. The crow looked at their children for one last time and ordered them to leave. They obeyed.
‘Birds know me as Levanûk, The Wretched, but I’ve never heard of what you’re looking for,’ said the crow. ‘Who are you, thief?’
Silence. Levanûk flew around an old grey tree and stayed over a branch, staring at the obscure face of Never-Loved: A young, tall, long-grey-haired man, whose eyes were like amber and his skin darkish as his torn clothes. A smell of blood and rotten corpses came from his body.

Julio chevasco es un escritor peruano nacido en Lima Peru traductor de profesion , nos regala un pequeño fragmento de una de sus obras en ingles titulada between hearts and leaves .
Gracias por tu aporte Jules.... dale a la pitita...