Once there was a Kingdom known as Arendelle. It was a prosperous and happy Kingdom, ruled by a King and a Queen. They were blessed with two children, Raven and Garfield.
But there was something unusual about Raven. She had been born with the power to manipulate shadow and darkness. Her power was connected to her emotions, making it near impossible for the young girl to control. Her parents fearing for her safety in superstitious times had her conceal her powers from the populous. Yet, when the sun would set and the King and Queen were in bed, the siblings would play …
A young boy, no older than five, crept across the room. The moon reflected off his dirty blond hair, giving it a strange green glint, further accented by his glowing emerald eyes.
He approached closer to his target and pounced, his target shrieked.
"Garfield! Go back to bed!"
Garfield vigorously shook his head at his sister. "I can't. The sky's awake so I'm awake." He leaned over his sister and said the magic words. "Do you wanna play with shadow?"
Raven opened her eyes and smiled.
Her brother pulled her out of bed, through the hallway, and finally to the ballroom. As she closed the door Garfield giggled and she shushed him. He pulled her to the center of the ballroom where the moonlight shone the brightest.
Raven's ebony hair glinted amethyst in the moonlight, her eight year-old face was scrunched up in concentration. She held her hands up and made a rising motion.
Spiraling slides and spires appeared in the room. Some of the slides didn't have ends, but jutted upward.
Garfield eyes widened in amazement. "Make some animals Raven!"
Shadows were drawn out to the center of the room, where animals came into existence. Penguins, tigers, dogs, and monkeys began to roam the room. Being made of shadow, the animals were in shades of gray and black.
"Watch me Raven!" Garfield proclaimed. He ran to the nearest slide and started climbing.
Raven turned her attention to the tiger that was approaching her, it rubbed along her side as if it was a large house cat.
"Ahh! Raven!"
Raven's head snapped to the slide Garfield had climbed. He was rapidly approaching the end if his slide which had a curl jutting upward.
"Raven!" He yelled as he flung up into the air.
"Garfield!" She pulled shadow from the corner of the room in an attempt to create more slide, but hit Garfield instead.
"No!" She yelled.
The tiger that she had been petting ran and jumped, catching Garfield by the back of his nightshirt. Raven rushed to where the tiger had laid down her brother. She noticed there was a black streak in his hair where she struck him.
"Garfield? Garfield?" She whimpered. She got no response.
"Papa! Mama!" She yelled, and the glass wall behind her shattered.
The King and the Queen rushed into the room and saw their children surrounded by the shadow creations and broken glass.
"Raven?" The King questioned. He noticed his son wasn't moving. "Garfield!"
They ran to their children. "Raven?" The Queen gently asked, "What happened?"
Raven sniffed, her amethyst eyes full of fear, "It was an accident."
The Queen looked to her husband, "We have to take him to the Clan."
The King nodded his assent.
The King and Queen took their children and rode their fastest horses, making their way to the cave of the Clan. Little did they know their encounter would be watched …
The Royal family approached the large cave. The King stepped forward,his second child in his arms. He took a steadying breath and called out, "As King of Arendelle and father of two children, I beg for the help of the Clan."
A large figure exited the cave, yet the darkness seemed to follow it. Even the moon couldn't fully illuminate the figure.
"What are your troubles?"
The King motioned for his daughter to come forward. She slowly walked to where her father was and peeked from behind his legs.
"My son has been struck my daughter's powers."
The dark figure's gaze turned to Raven who further shrank behind her father.
"She controls darkness and shadow, doesn't she?"
The King nodded.
The man tilted his head, "Born or cursed?"
"Born." Responded the King.
The man noticed the unnatural stripe in the prince's hair. "Was he struck in the head?"
The King nodded.
"Then your son can be saved." The figure as he came closer and revealed himself to be an ordinary man in black armor and cloak, but his face showed he carried many burdens. He produced a golden helmet from his cloak. The helmet glowed and seemed to warm the air.
The man smiled. "You're lucky it was only his head. Had it been his heart, he may not have survived." He knelt down to Raven's eyelevel. "Do your emotions affect your powers?"
She nodded.
The man had a grieved look on his face. "As you grow, your power will too. We all have dark and light inside of us, what matters is what you choose to act on. Fear will be your enemy."
The man rose and looked at the prince and then the King. "Your daughter will be safer if none knew of her power. Even her brother."
The King was astonished. How could such a thing be done? Even if it could be done, the children played Raven's power constantly. He voiced his concern, "How could you remove his memories of her power without removing her from his memories?"
The man shook his head. "I wouldn't be removing his memories just changing them."
Images appeared in the air showing past happy memories Raven and Garfield. An image appeared of them playing with shadow creatures. The picture shifted to them playing with shadow puppets. Another memory surfaced of Garfield on a shadow slide in the ballroom. It shifted to show him in at a playground.
The man once again kneeled to Raven. "The memories of fun won't change, but this way they'll be a little less magical. Do you understand?"
Raven nodded.
And so Garfield lost his memories of Raven's magic, but not of their fun together. Yet even with the added precautions Raven feared of hurting her brother again. Every time she saw her brother, the black streak in his hair was a constant reminder of what she had done to him and what she could still do. Her fear grew so that she locked herself in her room. But that didn't stop Garfield from knocking on her door …