And it begins again!

And yes, I chose Underpray because I haven't seen much fan work for it around. I find this world very animeish fantasy-like, I can't wait to work with it!

Thank you all for sticking with me and I'll see you guys in Angel with a Shotgun!

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Epilogue:

I'll always find a way

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Mama?

Yes, my sweet?

Can you tell me a story?

And what one, love?

My favorite one! The Doves and the Ravens!

Very well, my star. One more time, but after this, it's off to bed for you. *chuckles*

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Once upon a time long ago, before violence and cruel worlds, Gods and Goddesses existed. There were two warring Tribes; the Doves and the Ravens. One was kind whereas the other was cruel. The Doves were always trying to build a bridge of peace between them, but the Chief of the Ravens only scoffed at their attempts.

That was when his son began to rebel against his strict rule and mingled with the queen of the Doves, changing everything with that meeting.

For, a few years later, she introduced him to her, his mate:

For three years, the youngsters were best friends; him eagerly sneaking out to the meadows they both loved and the young beauty waiting with nervous excitement for his next visit. But, as they grew, they realized this childish friendship was no longer merely that. It had grown into something stronger and filled with passion.

It was the rumored Soul Bond, the strongest link ever known to all species.

But, sadly, whereas the young Dove's loved ones were overjoyed at the new start, the poor Raven only had his younger brother and a young Raven girl to stand by him, the other Ravens were too afraid of his father to even think of showing the young prince a sliver of joy.

Even if they wanted to.

But, the Raven boy didn't care. His cruel father's punishments just fueled his desire to be with, his passion for the blooming flower. But as his desire grew, so did the beautiful flower's fear as well.

She wasn't afraid of him or the intense feelings burning through her veins, no, the girl was afraid what the Raven King would do to him or them. She was horrified by the thought of losing him, the thought coiled her stomach into an uncomfortable knot:

All tried to soothe her fears and untwist the knot, but there was only one that was successful in that fret. When her anxiety gripped her heart, the young prince would hold her gently as his glowing eyes stared into her ambers and whispered a quiet oath against her wet cheeks; sending a wave of warm calm over her.

"No matter what or who, I'll love you forever and a day. Always for you."

And he always kept that oath, even if she asked him for a silly, trivial thing; he would smile lovingly and whisper softly in his low growl:

"Always for you."

Sadly, a year later, the vow turned into a thousand year swear when his father landed a nasty curse on the young couple and everyone who supported them.

Thousand nights and days, thousand lives, they will meet. Sometimes as friends and allies, other times as bitter enemies on opposite sides, but one thing would never change.

The wind will always howl a soft whisper:

"I'll love you forever and a day. Always for you. Always, only, for you."

No matter what, no matter who they are; the Raven will always love the little bird. Whether if he is her judge, her best friend, he will love her.

Until she remembers who she is, they all are trapped in this looping hell. But, through all the hurt and betrayals, the Dove and the Raven will always be bound.

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As her voice slowly fades into a peaceful silence, a small sad smile spread across her muscle and she blew out the candle; catching a glimpse of her small princess clinging to a stuffed dove as sleep claimed her.

However, just when she was through the doorway, a sweet and soft voice called to her, halting her for a moment as she turned a motherly smile onto the stubborn girl while she fought sleep for one more second.

"Mama?"

"Yes, my star?"

"Do you think the Raven will find his Dove again?" She questioned sleepily, her innocence shined brightly with every word of that question, her mother just had to smile a bit wider before pointing her ambers to the dimly lit ceiling of the hall and speaking:

"He always finds her, dove, always." And that firm oath, she bid her a final and loving goodnight and closed the door to leave the little bird to her dreams.

She sighed deeply, touching the door for a long moment, nervous to move to the small living room. This was the night, the night that would reawaken their story. This was the night that the queen would meet her daughter's guards.

It was both a terrifying and exciting thing. To know that she might be able to cure this looping cycle of love and loss, but to fear that the price would be too much for him to handle.

As they would set foot in the Danger Zone, there might be yet another infuriating beginning waiting for them. She shuddered at the thought.

But, soon, the excitement ruled out, her feet moved of their own accord into the bright room. Her eyes had to shut for a second, blinded by the strange bright light after being surrounded by dimmed candle-light, but soon she was free to open her golden gaze. She had to grin at the familiar faces in front of her.

Even though they were still young, she could see the familiar traits she missed. There, three skeletons stood, two were shaking with nerves, but the other was standing such a confidence that she wondered if he was preparing for a fight.

This will be interesting, she had to chuckle before she took them in; wanting to give the young boys a calming moment before she spoke.

She noticed that the two white skeletons sported matching white cloaks over a dress shirt and jeans, saved the different colors of stripes lining the cloaks. The older male had cool blue whereas the younger had vibrant orange. She smiled at them, turning to the last with cautious eyes.

His robe was as dark as the midnight sky, but his eyes held that recognizable gentleness the queen had thought he lost many years ago. He was looking at the younger monsters with a mixture of brotherly love and determination, as if he was ready to claim what he deems to be his right; but he also didn't want to hurt the skeleton in blue.

But, he would do anything to have her as his again. The queen let a sigh slip from her mouth, sending a silent prayer that everything would be alright, before finally breaking the silence:

"Hello, boys. I am Queen Toriel, and who will you be?" She requested with a gentle smile, soothing the youngest two enough to smile as they answered in turns.

"I'm Sans, the middle brother of the Skeletal family, your Majesty."

"And I'm Papyrus, nice to meet you! I'm the youngest."

"I'm Raven, your majesty. I'll be your daughter's main guard and I'm the oldest brother." The black skeleton stated, bowing to her.

He seemed charming enough, but she couldn't miss the snarl on his younger brother's face. The female gulped, her heart sinking as she realized something.

Her daughter would have to choose the true Raven. She would have to hurt the two most important people in her life.

Someday, somehow, the Dove would have to choose her Raven. Either it would the one with the red heart hanging from his neck or the one with a yellow ribbon tied neatly around his wrist…