Raven POV
Hi. I'm Raven. I am a spirit. This is my story. My mother is Mother Nature and my father is... well it's better if I not tell you. (A/N not pitch) I was found by MN (its what she insists we call her.) on a dark night in the middle of the forest with bite marks on me. That was about 220 years ago. The guardians don't know I exist. I have a feeling they will soon. I wish I knew how I died and how I came to be a spirit. Well I can see it, a guardian will help me realize who I truly am.
Jack POV
I fly happily over Burgess with the wind in my hair, I love doing this. All of the guardians are going to see mother nature in her home. She said she had something to show us. We arrive in a cottage in the country, it's not what I expected from a spirit but this is Mother Nature, she is THE most important spirit ever. She looks up at us warmly
"Come in, come in! We have much to discuss!" pretty soon we are settled at chairs in the dining room when she opens her mouth but a flash of black appears at the edge of my vision
"Sorry mom gotta go do my job see ya later luv ya bye!" she closes her mouth
"Mother Nature-" North begins
"M-N" she corrects
"Alright MN, who was that?"
"That, North was my daughter Raven, Raven Night."
"Who?"
"Oh my this will take awhile to explain, you see-" (Haha like you think i would tell you her story so quickly!)
Raven POV
I fly across the sky with my messenger bag slung across my shoulder. I start doing my job, gently placing each star in the sky and making sure they are positioned correctly. I finish Ursa Major and fly south a little for Ursa Minor. I am starting a little early so I can take my time. I rushed out of the house as soon as I heard the guardians were there. Hopefully they didn't see me properly. I fly back to my house with the uneasy feeling someone is watching me. When I arrive home MN is waiting for me a look of dissaproval on her face
"Now really you didn't have to leave that early, you just wanted to avoid being seen."
"Yea so?"
"So I really wanted you to meet them, now I'll have to-"
"Mom can we finish this in the morning, I really am tired."
"Oh yes dear!" I walk to my room in the house which is bigger than it looks on the outside. I pass my painting room but stop at my bedroom door. It is black with stars scattered across it, and when I enter my room at first you might think it's goth but when you take a closer look you realize that it is all black with stars on the ceiling that show the constellations above with many star charts on the walls and a crystal ball or two in the corner. Even a few vials of blackish- gray liquid. If you open my closet instead of clothes which you'll find in the dresser you will see a bunch of carving tools and a few extra stars. I make them myself. The stars do go out so I have to make more. Most people don't realize it but stars are like snowflakes, each one is different. I must have been laying on my bead thinking longer than I thought because Mother Nature whistles to me to hurry up. Time to take the stars down and prepare for the new day.
