Legend says they were too different species, but they were still in love. Was the robin allowed to mate with the beautiful raven? No one knew for sure, but most people assumed that he couldn't. They all expected him to mate with a lighter bird, for how could a creature so dark be beautiful? A creature that dark could only be sinister, evil, bad news. The raven hides in the shadows. But in the night sky stars resonated. A robin should be with a creature somehow a star, light and beautiful and pure-hearted, they all said. But what if they were wrong? What if the raven the one who was pure-hearted? Mate the robin would, and how resounding his love would echo, and it would not be with a star. The world does not have to know of this eternal paradise; of this darkness burning from within. So what if most no one knew of her, the raven? So what if she was pre-judged; so what if she was a lone bird. Wasn't he the robin, a lone bird himself? Were they not two birds of a feather? Did they not both descend from the same heaven; from the same God?

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Mullet Fingers stared into Miley's eyes. He couldn't help it but be mesmerized. "You know I love you, right?" he said, with a witty tone.

Miley was glad that she could make him happy. "As long as you know that I love you," she said, and they laughed. They started kissing. Beatrice said, "Hey guys, cut it out, for the past couple of days you have been kissing almost 24/7. Aren't you afraid that you're gonna get tired of each other?" but she was only joking, in a light-hearted manner.

Mullet Fingers jestingly pushed Beatrice on the side. "Hey!" she screamed. Soon the three of them got into a mock-pillow-fight. There were no real pillows, of course, but they did the best they could. They through fluffy leaves at each other and jumped behind bushes and snuck up on each other. Miley interrupted the bliss to ask, "When are we going to be going back to Malibu? People are probably worrying, you know."

"Not yet," Mullet Fingers said, "Besides, don't you like it here?"

"Yeah, but you can't just escape reality," Miley said.

"Who said this can't be reality? Nature is real," Mullet Fingers said.

"Well, nature's not the only reality," Miley said.

"Well, it's the better reality," Mullet Fingers countered.

"But don't you get it? It's not reality if it's not the only reality; there's more to life than trees and rivers and fireflies and robins and fish. It's like only being half alive, and if you're half alive, than are you really alive?" Miley tried to explain. Gazing into Mullet's eyes. She couldn't help but be mesmerized. His eyes penetrated past the flesh; they revealed a pure-hearted and beautiful soul.

"So you're saying that a robin is not alive?" Mullet Fingers countered.

"No, no….a robin is alive. It's just….human beings can't just live in the forest. We're not like the robins. We're….we're different," Miley said.

"Better?" Mullet Fingers said, almost condescendingly, mocking his own species.

"No, no that's not what I meant…." Miley tried to correct herself. Nervous, she reached up to play with her hair.

Mullet Fingers looked into her eyes. "I know," he said softly. "I know."

They put the subject on the shelf for now, but they knew they had to get back to it. Eventually.

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The raven finally sang her song, because the robin finally saw her. Their friendship was nothing akin to brother and sister-ish anymore; no, it was much more than that. And there was once a prophecy; but it was never fulfilled. Maybe that was because no one had expected the robin to be there. His role; his role had been very important. Love; love was the only thing that could stop the raven's father.