To Believe

       By Shattered Destiny

Prologue

       What happens when people think you aren't strong enough? What happens when people think that you aren't brave enough? What happens when people base their decisions about that someone's future on what they see, and not what's the truth? What happens when a shadow is born into a world of light? What happens when you learn you are not who you thought? What happens when you can't trust anyone, not even yourself because you don't know who you really are in the first place? Well, you're about to find out . . .

Ravyn Summers

       Age: 17

       DoB: May 1

       Height: 5' 9 or 10"

       Hair: She has silvery blonde hair that she has died black for most of her preteen and teenage life

       Eyes: Midnight blue outlined in a grayish black. The blue also has the appearance of being sprinkled with crystal and gray

       Family: Her family life is not the greatest. She has been adopted by parents who don't give a damn and only care about the money they get for taking care of her. Her father is always drunk and picking for a fight and her mother is always gulping down some kind of anti-depressant.

       Friends: She is quite anti-social due to her family life. She seems to stay away from boys the most, probably because of her father's beatings. She does have a few acquaintances but none of which actually know anything about her.

       School: She is quite good in school other than the fact she does not pay attention or do any work in her history class and chemistry class. She has a bad attitude when asked about the earlier mentioned classes and seems to not get along so well with most of the teachers and students.

       Hobbies: Reading, writing, listening to music with her door locked, drawing, singing, and fencing

       Personality: She's had to learn to be quite self-sufficient at a young age. She is blunt and curt in her speech but has shown a softer side to children and the few people in her life that she might have gotten remotely close to. She seems to have built a wall around herself and swallowed the key. Being loved only gets you or others hurt, is her motto. Love, to her, is none existent. A fairytale. She is tough and is always ready to provoke or pick a fight.

       Appearance: Her hair is usually down and wild looking. A few pieces are shorter than the rest but that's what gives her a rough and tough aura. The short pieces frame her face and the rest hangs down to mid-back. She has an attitude problem and knows it. Her body is quite fit because of long hours of needlessly working out for fencing and kickboxing. Her eyes are somewhat big and her lips are slightly smaller than Lara Croft's.

       She is also into the darker colors, forever hating pastels, and admits that she would kill herself if anyone knew she was blonde.

Teaser

Ravyn glared at her desk, as if willing it to burst into flames. She had just failed a history test. Again.

'Well it's not my fault history is a boring subject,' she had thought, ' Quiz me on the regions of Middle Earth and I'd ace it.'

But there was a slight problem with that . . .

You see, middle Earth only existed in the hard covered books that Ravyn buried herself in each day. These books that she loved so much were The Lord of the Rings.

These books were filled with the things that Ravyn thought her life lacked. Love. Adventure. Hope. Pretty much everything one needs to survive. But Ravyn tried to always keep in mind that these wondrous books were nothing but fairy tales. Not your average prince saves princess from being eaten by a dragon think but fairy tales, nonetheless.

This is where our story begins. In the life of Ravyn Summers, Creek High's single and only outcast.

She walked down the path

Glaring at all she sees

Her eyes are alight with a silent flame

As the earth falls to one knee

She does not notice her power

If she did she'd probably scream

Because she never knew she was special

She was only special in her dreams

She dealt her words like daggers

Her defense, her wall of ice

Only love can shatter this shield

Only someone being nice

Yet her defense has not shattered

And her daggers ever fly

She must learn to trust again

If not, her fate is to die . . .

No one could live without love

Yet somehow, she survived

But no one lives forever

Not even her own kind

She looks in her mirror

A mask she forever will wear

If she would only open her eyes

She would see the people who actually care