It has been many years since we foretold a great prophecy about a hero of great power. And in those many years, she has become a hero, like no other, but her story remains untold. That is until now. This is the story of how one hero, became the hero to the entire mythological world.

In the small town of Salem Massachusetts, a young lady of the age of seventeen, arrives at school on a cold February's morning.

This young Lady's name is Raven Light.

I sighed as Bonita's car pulled up at Saint Joseph's Catholic school. The only reason why I'm at this miserable school, here was a fight between two girls, I think they were friends, over some guy they both had huge crushes on; I was just walking in the halls, trying to get to my next class, and I kinda got caught in between the girl because one, of them was using me like a shield...anyway John heard about it from the office, because they thought I was in the fight and the girl using me as a shield, was holding me back from the other girl and John transferred me in the middle of the semester; I hate him so much and not just because he sent me here, something he's been wanting to do since I entered high school.

Saint Joseph's was originally built in the early sixteen hundreds by a priest by the name of Frances Joseph the third, for Sunday prayers; sadly though he died like a week before construction was compete. In the late nineteen hundreds, a bolt of lightning hit the church's iron cross, burning the church to the ground. This Saint Joseph's was recently rebuilt, like just last summer, on top of the runes of the old church; but instead of another church, they built into a school.

It is a two story building with a library, filled of the history Christian and other Christian books, like 'How to be a good Christian" and lot of other dumb books, a gym filled with equipment, class rooms for English, Science, History, Math, and all of the arts, a cafeteria for lunch and announcements. There were several tall windows all around the sides and in the very center, was a stained glass circle window, decorated with a cross.

"Alright Marie remember your father and I are going to be late coming home tonight."

I turned my head and looked at Bonita. Bonita has long wavy dark brown with mixes of light brown hair, her green eyes are bright and just smiled at you and her skin is a smooth olive tone. She has the type of face that turns heads and make men drool in lust. She's dressed in a purple blouse, a black skirt, tan stockings and black healed boots. Bonita is originally from Athens Greece, so she has a thick accent, but her voice was very soft. Her and her mother moved to Salem, her Senior year of high school. After high school, Bonita was accepted to Harvard University. After she graduated from Harvard, at the top of her classes, She enrolled into med. school, and became a very successful doctor and a surgeon; after she finished schooling she started working at the local hospital.

Her and Dad actually met in collage, even went out on a few dates, but lose touch with one another after graduating. During that gap, Dad met my mother; I never really met her, Dad says that she left when I was born wanted nothing to do with me; he also told me that she wanted an abortion, but he talked her out of it; Mommy dearest left the minute I was born. Bonita was actually the doctor who delivered me, so Dad had a helping hand raising me. They dated for like two years, when Dad proposed on their three anniversary.

"I know Bon." I said harshly.

Bonita went silent, and I grabbed my backpack and exited her car, slamming the door shut. As I made my way to the enter, I felt snowballs hit my leather covered shoulders, and the sound of other students laughing.

Ha-ha, very funny. Morons.

Once I got to the door, I stopped my feet against the mat they placed by the door, so we won't get water all over the floor inside, I wiped the snow off my black leather jacket and walked into the warm school. I moved away from the door way to my normal spot by the window and sat down on the wall, kinda like a window seat, but at school and took out my book from my bag.

My name is Marie Light; but if you call me that I'll punch you into next week. I go by Raven, it was a child nickname, given to me by my class, when our science teacher brought in a raven he found with a broken wing. The raven, which we name Dexter, would follow me around the classroom and even get small rocks and twigs for me, everyone started calling me Marie, the Raven Queen, but that was getting old fast, so the just shortened it to Raven. As a kid growing up wasn't the easiest thing in the world; for one thing, my dad, John Light is an expert on the Salem Witch trails for the museum, he evens runs the old judge house museum near the old cemetery and abandoned metal hospital. I grew up surrounded by thousands of books on history, ancient artifacts and replicas from Salem. He went to school here in Salem and attended Harvard University, with Bonita, and then left to study, geography and to study under his father who was an archaeologist.

Dad is also very religious and won't tolerate anything outside the church's expectations of good behavior. So that met no skin tight or showing skin, that didn't need to be showed, no cutting of my hair, no dying my hair, no piercings, no tattoos, etc; he even goes so fair as if you miss one day of Sunday worship, you have to read the bible out loud, for like an hour and then write a ten page essay on how Christianity started. So, my childhood was every difficult. Before I went to Saint Joseph's, I attended Wayside, yes like the book, High school; Wayside High was a school filled with trouble makers and fighting, like all the time, the school had little or no equipment for anything and the school was falling apart. Wayside was built by a woman, back in the early nineteen hundreds and since then it has been declared the worst school in the state, but I rather be there then here. Believe it or not, Wayside was a high anti-bully school and everyone followed that code like it was the Bible. Here, there are bullies, rumors and other drama.

Anyway, I was reading my book when someone suddenly ripped it out of my hands.

"Hey." I said looking up.

Standing in front of me, was Brad Vigtor, the star football player at school. Brad has short dirt blond hair, green eyes that just say trouble stay way from me, smooth pale skin. Brad had the type of face that made girls fall to his feet. I'm not one of those girls; he had a thick, heavy voice but it was very soft. He wore, his school uniform, which was a white button up shirt that was suppose to be tucked in, a blue and red stripped tie, light brown dress pants, a blue wool jacket that is suppose to be button up and black dress shoes; but Brad wore it differently, he wore the shirt tucked, tie loss around his neck, the jacket unbutton. I actually knew Brad when we were little kids. He was a dorky kid, who got beat up twenty-four seven, before his dad started couching him in football and making him lift weights and workout twenty-four-seven over the summers. Brad had his friends with him behind him, laughing.

Hanging on his arm was his girlfriend of two years, Mandy. Many has long black hair, blue eyes that just scream spoiled brat and pale skin. She had the type of face that make boys drool and girls hate her guts; she had a voice that matched her personalty, ugly. Mandy wore the school uniform, and for girls it was very different for girls. She wore a stripped red, black and white skirt, white button up blouse, a red and white stripped tie, a red jacket, button up, knee high socks and black flats. Mandy, like Brad wore it very different; she made the skirt smaller then its suppose to be, she didn't wear the jacket at all, several of her buttons were undone, giving you a good look at her breast and her stomach, no socks and black high healed shoes. Mandy is another girl I knew as little kids, but not in a good way. She always bullied me and Brad, when he was a dork, and tell storied of the things her daddy bought her when ever she throw a fit. She game me the look that said 'Don't touch my man'.

I stood from my spot.

"Hey Loser." Brad said shaking my book in front of my face.

"Give me back my book Brad."

I reached for my book but he moved it away from my reach.

"Hey not so fast, Little Marie."

I glared at him. I hated being called Marie, and he knows that. He just laugh at me and shake my book in my face again.

"What the hell do you want Brad; don't you have something better to do then pick on me?"

"Yeah Brady, like me?" Mandy said moving her finger down his chin.

I felt like throwing up when she said that. Mandy and Brad are very, very physical with each other, and they will let you know, just how physical, when ever they kiss. It amazes me, how they never get caught doing that stuff in a 'Good Christian' school.

Brad ignored her and started flipping through the pages of my book.

"What'ch reading anyway little Marie?"

Again I reached for my book, but Brad moved it away again, and grabbed me around the neck. Whenever I tried to get out of his grip, he just tighten it, enough to where I can't get lose.

"The Ghost of Mary Prairie? Throw this trash away."

Brad threw my book to one of his buddies and he then threw it in the trash can. They laughed and Brad released my neck. I went to retrieve my book from the trash, as Brad and his friends laughed and the bell rung.

"Later Little Marie." Brad said walking off.

I watched as they walked off. They're nothing but jerks; they're always missing with me. Shaking my book, free of the real garbage I walked away and walked back to the little window seat and grabbed my backpack.

This is going to be a long day.

I was right too. So far today I was hit by a doge-ball by Mandy, who surprisingly has a strong arm,. Brad took my book yet again and played Monkey in the middle with me and a friend of his, one of his friends tripped me at lunch and made me throw my food on a teacher in the lunch room, I was called out several times to answer questions, I didn't have the answer to, I was locked into a locker by a girl on the wrestling team, I flunked another science quiz. My day couldn't possible be any worse.

I sighed as I walked down the empty halls, during seventh period and walked into the broken girls' bathroom, that nobody used anymore. I walked over to the sink farthest from the door and sat down on it, putting my feet on the sick next to it. I dug into the right inside pocket of my leather jacket and took out a pack of cigarettes.

I know smoking isn't healthy for you, but I only smoke when I feel stressed out; so quit often. Taking one cigarette out, I placed in between my lips, and put the pack back into my jacket and took out the lighter. Lighting the cigarette, I took it out and put the lighter away. Holding my little stress reliever in my left hand hand I looked at my mirror.

My hair is dark brown and put into a high ponytail, with a brad on the top of my head, my eyes are silver, yes silver and I have olive tone skin. I didn't have a face like Bonita or Mandy, thank god on that; I wore dark blue jeans, that had slits on both of the knees, a light blue turtle neck shirt, a light blue hoodie and a black leather jacket, to keep warm and my black and white converses. Since I enrolled into this school late, they didn't have a uniform ready for me and I had to wear normal everyday cloths, until neck year, which I wasn't complaining about. Looking at my reflection, I wondered where do I belong, I mean I don't get along with Dad or Bonita, I have no friends, not that I would want any and no life, besides the one Dad wants me to have.

Taking a drag of the cigarette, I blew a puff of smoke at the mirror and turned my head away looking down at my feet; however when the door was thrown opened, my head jumped up to see Mrs. Marson. Mrs. Marson had long black, white and gray hair, pulled back into a tight bun on the top of her head, green eyes that were just as cold as ice and pale skin. She had the type of face, that looked like a crazed granny; her voice was very strong and rough. She wore a white button up blouse and a long dark blue skirt, her shoes are covered by her skirt, but when ever she walked you could see traces of her black healed shoes. Mrs. Marson is an English teacher that worked here since the late eighteen hundreds, she's very stricted.

"Miss. Light, put that filthy cigarette out this instant!" Mrs. Marson said angrily.

Crap.

Sighing I put the cigarette out in the sink, and got down and walked over to her. She grabbed my left ear and started tugging on it, as she walked.

"Ow, ow, ow." I whispered.

"I have had enough of you skipping my class, young lady. You've have been nothing but trouble since the day you arrived."

"Not my fault, my Dad decided to transfer me in the middle of the semester!"

"Well we'll soon fix that, we're going to the headmaster's office."

Double crap.

As Mrs. Marson was dragging me along with her, the bell rung for eighth period.

Great, everyone's going to see me getting in trouble...again.

Soon enough, the halls were quickly filled with other students and they all begun laughing and whispering.

"Looks like Marie's in trouble, again." Someone whispered.

I felt my cheeks heat up.

I was wrong, things can be worse.

I guess, Mrs. Marson was feeling bad for embarrassing me, because she released my ear.

"Get to class!" Mrs. Marson barked.

Like the little robots they are, they said "Yes Mrs. Marson" and bolted to class.

"Come with me, Miss. Light."

I walked with her as we continued to go to the headmaster's office. I wasn't too worried about going to his office, because he's my father...at least the father to the church, I'm forced to go to. Once we arrived, Mrs. Marson knocked on his door. We waited until a muffled voice spoke.

"Come in."

Mrs. Marson opened the door, and led me in by the shoulders. I sat down in one of the two chairs in front of the desk and waited for Father Davis. Father Davis has short gray with mixes of white hair, blue eyes that were bright as the sky, and dark skin. He has a face of a wise monk; he has a gentle voice. He wore a black suit with a red tie, and a weaved golden scarf around his shoulders. Father Davis was not looking at me, but spoke to me.

"Back again are we, Miss. Light." Father Davis said.

"Hello sir." I muttered.

Father Davis put down his pen and looked at me. For a while he didn't speak just looked at me.

"Miss. Light why do you continue to act out in a school of good nature I wish you to act more like-"

"Like those robots you call students? I don't think so and I'm not acting out; Brad and Mandy are always causing trouble for me and all the teachers let them get away with it."

"Are they the ones, making you skip?"

"Well no... but they-"

"Marie, you can't balm everything on someone else."

There was a knock at the door.

"Aw, perfect timing. Come in, Mrs. Light."

Bonita's here? Oh that's just great. Don't these people know she's busy enough without coming to school because I got into trouble.

I glared at Father Davis.

"Now don't be that way, Marie its for the best."

"Yeah right."

The door opened and I looked back at Bonita. he looked a little upset, and I just know its because of me.

"Thank-you for coming, Mrs. Light."

"Of course, Father Davis."

"Now about your daughter."

"Step-daughter." I muttered.

Bonita and I were on our way home, from Saint Joseph's after our meeting with Father Davis. I was expelled from school, and I wasn't complaining one bit.

"Marie, what are your father and I going to do with you? This is your second school in a year. We can't keep this up forever, you have one more year of school left." Bonita said.

"I know Bon, you don't have to keep telling me."

"Marie-"

"And my name isn't Marie; its Raven."

Bonita and I fell silent. As we pulled into our drive way, I looked out the window. Looking at our house you'd think its cool. But it's not, its not even our house. Its the old judges house, we just lived there, to reinvent it and make it so the museum can turn into a museum for the Salem Witch trails. The house is a three floored manor, with windows in just about every room. It was build around the same time Saint Joseph's was built, but it stayed interacted over the years, just rotting slowly over time. Bonita pulled up close to the front of the house and turned the car off. We got out and I walked in and was greeted by Dad.

Dad has short black with mixes of gray hair, brown eyes, that were covered by big square glasses and pale skin. Dad has a face that made others turn and stair because of the big red birthmark, covering half of his face; his had a emotionless, computer like voice. He wore a white shirt, covered by a ugly brown sweater, with ugly green zig-zag designs, brown dress pants and black dress shoes. he was tapping his foot angrily on the floor.

I'm in trouble.

"Marie Marguerite Light." Dad said angrily.

Correction, I'm in big trouble.

I walked past him, wanting to go up to my room, but he spoke again.

"Freeze young lady."

Angrily I stopped on the stars and turned to face him.

"what?"

"You were expelled?"

"Don't know why you're asking if you already know the answer."

"Go to your room."

"Gladly."

I stormed up the stars and entered my room, slamming the door shut. Since there was no electricity , all I had for a source of light was an old oil lamp, that was in the room, when we moved in. Dad said I could keep it until electricity could be added; we've lived here since I was six and I'm now seventeen years old, and there's still no electricity. I turned the oil lap on, and threw my back across the room. My room is a small one, but I kinda liked it, even if it was a two hundred year old room. I had a bed, two dressers, a old desk and two bookshelves. Dad said it use to be a study.; but now it was my bedroom. The bed was actually bigger then the room, so there was a small space between the foot of the bed and the wall, but it was big enough that I could get throw, with out turning. The covers were a dark blue color with light blue and white mixed in, with matching pillows. My dressers were two wooden dressers, one with a mirror and one without. The bed and dressers were made out of the same style of wood, and each had little leaf designs on the tops. The desk was in the room when we moved in and we just left in there. There was one single window in the room, and it gave me a view of the woods surrounding the house.

An hour had past and I was in bed, in some old yoga pants and a short sleeve gray t shirt, reading my book when Bonita's voice came in behind the door.

"Marie, may I come in?"

"Yeah." I said not looking up from my book.

The door opened and Bonita came in. I marked my page and put my book down, and looked at her. She had her hair curled and down, something that is very rare, a black dress that hugged her curves, and a little but of her breast showing from a tinny opening near the top, a gold locket, that her mother gave her and some unneeded makeup.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank-you. You're father and I are leaving for dinner, there's money on the living room table for you, why don't you order some pizza and a soda; I left my phone on the table too."

"Ok... is he still mad?"

"Yeah, so may want to wait until we leave, before you come out."

I smiled. Bonita always warned me if Dad was still mad or not and then tell me to wait a bit, before coming to get me.

"Thanks Bon."

Bonita smiled at me, before Dad's voice come from down stars.

"Bonita, come on or we'll be late!" Dad boomed.

"I'm coming John."

Bonita sighed and kissed my forehead and left the room. I got out of bed and walked slowly out of the room and stood, near the edge of the hallway and closed my eyes.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes John, I'm ready."

I heard the sound of the door opening and closing and I waited for a few minutes, before walking down the stars and into the living room, where Bonita left the money. The living room is the biggest room, in the house...besides the kitchen that is. There are four couches, all red and in surprisingly, perfect condition. There was a fire, place and some fire wood, for the cold winter's evenings, bookcases surrounding the walls, and two tall windows.

I picked it up and saw there was like forty dollars. I picked up the phone to call in, when a loud bang suddenly filled the empty house. I jumped and put both the money and phone in my pocket and ran out into the hallway and looked at the doors. Someone was knocking, and I didn't feel like answering.