It was a dark and stormy night. The wind lashed the shrunken trees and steadily ripped off their bark. Thunder crashed. A girl screamed for apparently no reason. Lightening struck the steeple of the ancient church, blackening it to a crisp. And… Raven Hunter was born.
Once she was born, the birds sang their sweetest songs and the angles wept with glee. The flowers danced in the sunlight and the all the little animals brought her nuts and berries and left them at her doorstep. However, something was amiss…
The girl had wings.