Prologue

"Raven?" A voice called from the dark. A silky voice, one belonging to whom she remembered well. It could only belong to that sole person. But even so, she ran from it. She ran from the memories that were burned into her thoughts. She ran as fast as she could, all while clutching a child of just three months old to her chest.

The voice repeated, "Raven?"

"No," Raven cried, "Stay back! Stay away!"

"Give me my child, Raven!"

"Never!"

The child whimpered in her arms, then turned to a cry and a sobbing screech.

Raven awoke from the dream, covered in sweat and pain from the dream. The child was safe, she knew that for fact. Although she wasn't in contact with her, she knew she was safe. The child was far from Raven, and that was the safest place it could be.

But still, she hadn't checked up on her in four years.