Charlie Farse was a curious little twelve year old. Always scurrying around in the forrest that was practically his backyard, looking for bugs and plants he could inspect. On that one particular day, though, he was no where to be found. His father looked in his usual woodland spots and even checked with the neighbors. No one had seen little Charlie. Frantic, the father ran into the woods and searched for hours, with no sign of his precious child. It was beginning to get dark, as night was approaching rapidly. With one final effort, the man took another lap around the small part of the forrest. To his surprise, he stumbled upon his boy, sleeping in a small patch of dead grass. Or at least, his father thought he was asleep. The father ran to the boys side, and saw his chest rising and falling in a slow motion. Relieved, the man started whispering to the boy, trying to wake him up. But Charlie could not wake up. He was in some sort of coma or trance, the father surmised, sadly. Glancing at the withered grass around his boy, the father noticed a small, leather bound journal underneath Charlie's stomach. Gently removing the journal, he tried to open it, but could not. Something was written in another language on the cover. Puzzled, the man tried to decipher it, but failed. Grabbing the book and his son, he walked off, heading to the hospital. They never reached it though, because the boy suddenly awoke, sullen and serious. Charlie was not Charlie anymore. He had been changed into something unimaginable to his poor father. Over the years, Charlie became much darker and yet much wiser, in a sense, as well. His father would catch glances of him in his room, huddled over the strange journal with bloodshot eyes and his dark hair falling in his face. His whole appearance had changed. His eyes had gone from light brown to an almost black. His hair had changed the most dramatically. Ever since the first night, streaks of black started to embed themselves among his blonde, until overrunning it completely. Now it was pure black, and when the light caught it on the right angle, it looked as though it was feathers. Feathers from the darkest raven.