Prolog

The heavy white snow crunched under his feet as he stepped slowly away from the dark and old house. He kept the tightly wrapped bundle close to his chest, trying to keep it warm. His breath was heavy and he seemed on edge, looking about all the time , watching for anyone in sight. He was acting as if he was being stalked. His head twisting from side to side. His pace would quicken every now and then . He held the bundle closer. A sudden gargle came from the tightly wrapped sheets. His body jerked and he let out a quick Hush . The bundle hiccuped then went silent again . He let out a short sigh of relief, about to walk on again, when he heard another pair of footsteps in the snow. Coming up behind him.

"And where do you think your going?" A dark voice questioned. He spun around. Seeing the owner of the voice. A tall male his face hidden by the shadow of his long black fringe. "N-no" He yelled, pulling the bundle closer. "Now now. Tyson. I really don't want to hurt you. But sadly. I will kill you if you don't give her back to me" The older man pointed down to the younger boys bundle in hand. Tyson. The smaller boy. Pulled down a sheet of cotton, revealing a babies face. A smirk came across the older males face.

"That's right. Tyson. Give her to me. Now!" He snapped, sending the boy a threatening look, as he reached into his long leather jacket pocket, pulling out a silver gun. Tyson gulped hard, before turning and ran away. The older man ran his fingers through his hair. "Well...If that's the way you want it" He pulled the trigger, and sent a warning bullet to the sky. This made Tyson stop in his tracks, and become a cold statue. The steps of the older man came closer. Before Tyson knew it the baby was snatched from his hands. He gasped turning his head back . "Good girl Midnight" The man praised a huge raven that somehow managed to sit on his shoulder. He stroked the ravens smooth curved beak with the back of his gun. He had a hold of the baby in his free hand. The raven bent forward and began to stroke the baby's cheek with its beak. The baby giggled before pulling an arm out and grabbing the ravens beak. The raven didn't react in any way and just let her get on with it. "Leave her alone!" Tyson yelled spinning around, puffing his cheeks and his face became flushed. The older man rolled his eyes, before pointing the gun to Tyson. "Your sister is not going back with you boy!" Tyson's eyes snapped shut when he heard a loud bang. He felt something heavy and metal enter his eye. He slowly lifted his hand to touch the wound before he felt everything go numb and crashed to the ground. He could hear the man mutter things to the raven. Tyson felt his breath become fast and heavier. He was surprised he lasted this long. He thought it would have been over when it hit him. His eye turned blank. " Lets go home Sister..."