The Colocrow's of old were far bigger then their current counterparts. They often held torches in their beaks and used them to guide lost travellers to nearby towns. This has lead to myths and legends about them popping up. The one stated below has persisted to this day.



Long, long ago, when the world was blanketed by darkness, all was cold and life struggled to survive. The few creatures that still lived struggle through the harsh winters, and their numbers were dwindling fast. If things had remained as they were, all life surely would have perished.

One day, a bird with beautiful feathers that gleamed and shimmered like freshly fallen snow decided that enough was enough. It could not stand to see the other creatures around it suffer. So, it devised a plan. It would travel to the pits of hell and steal fire from the True Hearth, the place where the only pure flames burned amidst the corrupted hell fire around it.

A long, thick branch in beak, the bird flew for three days and three nights, until finally it reached hell. There, it came face to face with the devil himself, who had heard of what the bird wished to accomplish and sought to stop it. The bird, however, was a cunning, tricky being, and through the use of its words was able to bypass the devil, stealing fire from the True Hearth and fleeing to the surface.

The bird knew that the devil would not stand for this. The devil would give chase and hunt it down no matter where it went. There was no place on earth it would be safe. So, it flew up, up, up into he heavens, as far as it could go. The bird flew until its breath was gone and its wings gave out, beautiful feathers blackened by the flames it clutched so close.

The bird died, however its sacrifice was not in vain. The flame it carried up so high grew and grew, until it eventually formed our sun. It warmed the earth below, and allowed for life to flourish at last. For its great sacrifice, the bird's souls was taken and placed in another great celestial object, the moon, so it could always watch over and protect those wandering in the dark until the light of day returned. They would be the guide that they themselves never had.

It is believed that present day present day Colocrow's are descendants of the snow white bird, their feathers retaining the faint shimmering of snow that the Fire Carrier bared so long ago. White Colocrow's are believed to be the eyes of the Fire Carrier themselves as they reside within the moon, guiding those lost in the darkness through the night and to safety.

(The story above was inspired by the story of the Rainbow Crow. It was prompted when I noticed the colourful tail feathers that Colocrow's have, even if they are not their own. It could explain why having more bright/colorful feathers would correlate to status!)



Ebony, while not as big as his ancestors, is still larger then a current Colocrow, with thicker feathers as well. Instead of gathering the feathers of other birds, he holds a flaming torch in his beak and uses it to guide lost travellers to safety.