I have no idea why my cousin Raven Lynn Morrigan hated this story enough to trash it. I think its adorable and it is one of my favorites of hers. Maybe I just answered myself. She doesn't tend to go for cute unless its also funny. If you love it to direct your comments to my cousin please.

Buried

*~prologue´~*

Nearly 12 years ago in Azarath

It is Raven's fifth birthday. She sits by herself on the terrace playing with the new toy bird she was given by her mother. She can't remember having such an item before. Her birthday as far as she can remember has never been that big of a deal and the monks weren't happy with her mothers insistence on so much as the present this year. As she holds up the toy bird in her hand flying it around in the air a shadow falls over. Before she can turn around to look to see who it is, little Raven is grabbed from behind and a sharp dagger is dragged deep across her throat.

A gruff voice speaks harshly. "Go back to where you belong demon spawn!"

As she falls to the ground Raven is unable to call out for help. Even the comfort of her new toy is just out of reach. She can only lay there as the shadow retreats and the life drains out of her. As everything fades to black she barely registers her mother's frantic screams from the doorway.

*~'´~*

Raven is aware of only darkness when suddenly there is a fire surrounding her, trapping her. Beyond it a big red monster with white hair appears. She screams out as it reaches out toward her, picking her up.

"Do not fear my child."

"Wh-who are you?"

"I am your father."

"But you're a monster."

"And deep down so are you."

"No!"

"Yes you were born as the portal to set me free. I will send for you when the time comes. For now go back and feel free to be as bad as you wish."

Flames spring up from the monster's palm engulfing the little girl.

*~'´~*

When she awakens she is back in her room, her toy bird lays beside her on the bed and her mother sits nearby. Her throat burns terribly. Scared by what just happened her powers spiral out of control making stuff fly around the room.

"Raven, its okay. You're safe now. Calm down."

"I died."

"You didn't die. You're powers healed you."

"I was dead and that monster sent me back."

"Monster?" Arella knows what Raven is about to say.

"My father. He sent me back because I am his portal. I should be dead."

"You can't die. Your powers won't allow you to."

"I would rather be dead than help that monster."

Arella looks up at the monk in the doorway. She places the toy bird in Raven's arm. "Sleep now. Perhaps everything will be better when you wake." Arella gets up and walks over to the monk in the doorway. "I almost wish she did die to escape her fate."

"This insistence that she should be dead will only tax her already fragile control over her powers."

"She shouldn't have had to find out about her destiny this way." Arella looks back at her young daughter. "Do whatever you must." She leaves the room as more monks come in and surrounds the bed.

Raven stirs looking up as the monks begin some sort of chant.

Did I say adorable? That part of it comes later.