Intro:

I am a mutt among pure bloods. My name is Raven Kamiñski I am Polish, Russian, German, Irish, and French. Many say it makes me a mark of shame, but I say it makes me stronger. I have learned several languages so I can communicate with my family members that live all over Europe; this is my story…..

The Beginning: Poland

There is a large crowd in the middle of a small village square; standing in a large circle. They are cheering in excitement with a mixture of boos and snide comments. In the middle of the circle stands a tall, built man; he is having a standoff with a young woman half his size. She wears a long sleeve white blouse with a black corset over it, accompanied by black men's trousers and knee high slightly heeled boots. Her hair is a long wavy mess of chocolate brown. Her face is slightly flushed and her stormy blue eyes show her anger.

"You arrogant dupek!Never speak about my mother that way!"

"I will say it again! Your mother is a czarownica, mutt just like you!"

This snaps something inside the young woman; her fist goes flying through the air and hits the man in the face, breaking his nose. The man escapes his shock and clutches at his nose in immense pain. "You little suka!" The large man standing before her starts swinging his fists at her wildly in a blood rage. Not anticipating the attack, the young woman tucks and rolls out of the way last minute. Both are standing now and circling each other like lions about to pounce. The man charges again and the woman ducks low when he throws a punch. When the man recovers from his mismark the young woman charges him and thrusts her shoulder into his gut, knocking the wind out of the man causing him to double over then knees him in the jaw.

"Come on, my grandmother fights better than you," she taunts. With that comment, the man spits out a tooth and charges after her. Anticipating the attack, the young woman goes to jump out of the way. Noticing the movement, the man grabs the woman by her leg, throws her to the ground and starts to attack her.

The crowd starts to break when another man pushed through along with some guards. "Zatrzymać, zatrzymać, that's enough!" A tall built man with shaggy black hair and wearing a blacksmith's uniform pulls the large man off of the woman. He pulls her up and grabs her by her arm, dragging her out of what remains of the crowd.

"Serafin, let go of me!"

He turns around with anger in his bright green eyes. When he looks at her—her face covered in dirt, small cuts, and bruises; her dirty clothes—his anger leaves his eyes. He embraces her and talks into her now messy hair.

"Raven, why do you always get into trouble? That man could have killed you if I hadn't showed up."

She breaks the embrace with slight anger. "Serafin, he insulted my mother and insulted our heritage."

Serafin embraces her again with less anger and more loving. " Oh moja miłość, you're a mess; why don't you let me fight for you?"

She looks up at him with a look of determination and cockiness in her eyes. "I know how to fight and I can fight for myself, thank you."

Serafin chuckles and steps back, taking in her current state again. "I can see that; if you wish to continue to defend your family honor on your own, then I will teach you to do so with a blade, so you can protect yourself better."

Raven looks at him in confusion, but with excitement in her stormy blue eyes. "What, really? I have been begging you for months to teach me how to use a blade!"

"Well it's not like I have a choice now. Come, let your mother practice her healing skills and get you fixed up."

Polish:

- dupek: asshole

- czarownica: witch

- suka: bitch

- zatrzymać: enough

- moja miłość: my love