The Black Raven: A Forgotten Legend
Can you remember the day you were born? The joyous laughs in the background, the weary smile of your mother, the feeling of warm water washing away the blood that soaked your body, and the protective feeling of being in her comfort?
I won't blame you is you don't. But do you know the reason why a baby cries when they come out? Or when they wake up from their sleep? No one would like to know the fact that they were brought into a world full of pain and suffering, where the so called 'love' exists. It's only when they slowly mature, they block out the fact they knew, to face the world.
How are you now, I wonder. Living your life, trying to fulfill your dreams to know that in the end, it wasn't worth it? Once our bodies die, our souls descend to below, where they sweep our minds clean of all the memories and everything we've been through. While then, those who have done evil deeds, suffer punishments, or even Limbo, the place in which everything of ours are taken away, except the feeling to experience pain.
Why am I talking about these things, you ask? Because I have gone through it all. I can remember every piece of detail that happened in my life from the day it began, till the day when it all fell.
Would you like to know it? The tragedies of my life? All the truth and terror I felt? Then I'll welcome you. Into a world full of sorrow and laughter, destruction and secrecy, happiness and love...
Chapter 1
In the winter of the lands of Makai, in the small hut surrouned by feathers at the forest of Blood, I was concieved. I could hear the screams of my people, or at least my mother's, against the howls of the dog demons in their fight for power.
That's right. I was born during the War of Makai, one of the most horrifying things ever written in history. Outside, the demons of a clan that specializes in weapons, fought for their lives.
My mother was inside, half a mile away, living all alone, for she was an outcast. She mated with a bat demon, and bore one too. She was a different species aside from mine, a graceful dove, but powerful and strong. One of the best in her village. Though she still loved me, no matter how much pain I brought her.
She held me in her arms, dried tears on her cheeks, and a small but simple smile pasted on her face. It didn't last long though. The feathers that acted as a barrier was cracked. I remember three ugly dogs running in, axes in their hands.
Next... All I remembered was blood and what my mother did when she tried to save me. I just couldn't get it out of my head. I was paranoid. The cries and sounds when she fell. Hideous laughter from those sons of bitches.
But... What I wonder was how I survived. I should've died. I should've never lived. Not after everything I caused while still in the womb. My tears were not enough to bring me to face the fact that I was in solitude. That no one would come and save me... Not even my father. Maybe because I cried myself to sleep so badly, I fell into a coma...
Why? Because I awoke twenty years later... To find myself wandering the streets of random places, hungry and weak. The war had ended three years ago, the hut was long gone... and so were the doves...
To Be Continued...