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"I'll ask you one more time… Where is Raven Sabishii?"

No answer was said.

"Boss, I don't think she's going to say anything."

"…You're right. Shoot her." A gunshot.

Then I ran.

But they saw me.

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Let me back up a bit for you. My name is Raven Sabishii. I'm one of the few remaining Crow Children. My parents were both Crow Children. I'm five years old. Well, before they died protecting me when I was two. When I was two and a ½, I met Mrs. Lynn, who became my new family/mother-figure for me. She was shot and killed because of me.

I ran down the street, passing cars and more.

But they were gaining on me. In fact, I felt one of their hands grab my jacket. In my terror, I flung the jacket off of me. I spread my wings.

Yes, I did say wings. I had black-feathered wings. Like a Raven.

Hence my name, Raven.

My golden leggings with a dark green mini-skirt fluttered in the wind as I flew. Below me, the people chasing me were falling behind. I looked around for a place I could hide.

In a building in front of me, to the right, a ball seemed to be taking place. I landed by it silently, like a bird, and with my willpower, I made my wings disappear.

Then, I used my willpower to change my outfit into a dark green & gold dress with black leggings. More appropriate for a ball.

I silently crept inside. It wasn't hard, especially if you were only 3`4.

I ran up the stairs. Once that was done, I hid behind the railing, looking for my pursuers. I didn't see any sign of them. I sighed in relief. They'd probably would be looking for a person with raven wings. But I'd used my willpower to make them soak into my skin, disappearing. The only sign of these wings was a black tattoo of a raven on the back of my neck. Thankfully, my hair hid the tattoo.

"What are you doing up here?"

I jumped. The voice startled me.

I turned around, still crouched, ready to make my wings appear if it was one of my pursuers. It wasn't.

Instead, it was a man. He had pale skin, black hair, and amazing blue eyes that seem to scream 'Mischief'.

"I-I… Who're you?" I hesitantly, for no doubt, I could tell, he was dangerous.

"Me?" The man chuckled softly. "I am Loki. Of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose."

Even though I had never heard of this man before, a flash of a man in strange armor, a green cape, and a gold helmet with horns appeared in my mind before it vanished.

That doesn't happen much... It's a Will-Power thing.

It happens only to certain people.

And when it does, it means that either the person is important to her, or will be in the near future.

At it was at that moment I knew exactly what to say.

I opened my mouth, looking at him, and said,

"I have no doubt about it, Loki."