A/N: I do not own the Mistmantle Chronicles. All credit goes to Margaret McAllister.
It has been how long now? A month since the ravens arrived. When they arrived, I knew that I'd have to rally the islanders. My girlfriend, Sylvia, is caring for the babies. She can keep them out of harms way. I climb my tree and wait. The swans left some days ago. They'll be back. They'll bring help. As I clutched my sword and waited, I couldn't help wondering if I'll be one of the survivors.
Later that night, swans filled the sky. Squirrels, moles, and hedgehogs are riding on their backs. I took my sword into my paws and waited for my chance. A raven flew just past me. I jumped at it and ran it through with my sword. I killed three other ravens. A red squirrel with a crown jumped off of Lord Arcneck. He must be a King. I ran over in his direction when I saw the Archraven fly towards him. The King struck the raven down with one mighty blow. The other ravens flew at him. He turned. The dying Archraven made as if to strike the King. I pushed him out of the way. The raven's talon tore through my flesh. My blood pooled the stones beneath me. I collapsed to the ground, barely conscious. I felt a paw on my side. I turned my head slightly. The King is kneeling beside me. Behind him, I see a familiar squirrel running towards me. "Sylvia!" My voice comes as more of a whimper as pain tore through me again. Soon, Sylvia was also kneeling next to me. Another wave of pain overcomes me before I pass out.
