By the time she went to bed Raven had decided that Death would have to remain a secret, but he needed a bigger place to haunt. The bookcase had been overturned 15 times, two more cloaks had been destroyed, and the vanity mirror had been broken. Raven sighed.
"You're alot of trouble." Raven told Death, giving it a piece of orange. Death didn't care though, and Raven was convinced it couldn't tell the difference between scoldings and praises. It also kept drooling all over her Diary, but Raven tried not to think of it. "It's probably all moldy..." she thought, looking disgusted.
Raven cringed, and (using her powers) pulled the diary towards herself. She unlocked it and opened it, flipping to the last page she had written on. She started re-reading it while pulling the Dream Dictionary and a pad of paper and pen towards herself.
Death squealed and sat beside her, interested in what Raven was doing with its favorite book. Raven smiled at Death, and began translating her latest dream.
10 minutes later, when she was finished Raven admired the paper with her dream translation on it.
"Revenge and Deception, tricks lead to understanding, escape." Raven read off. "That doesn't make any sense." She sighed, and set them down next to Death who admired it, and purred.
"What do you make of it, Deathy?" she asked it , and he purred again. Taking the pen into its mouth it quickly scribbled something down on the paper, under what Raven had written. She watched, and smiled when he was done. It was a picture of them together, surrounded by a heart.
"You're so smart!" Raven exclaimed, and gave Death another piece of orange. What she didn't realize was that with every bad thing Death had done, there was a tally on the side. And with every bad deed, Ravens anger was released, and Death grew just a tiny bit bigger.
"You're alot of trouble." Raven told Death, giving it a piece of orange. Death didn't care though, and Raven was convinced it couldn't tell the difference between scoldings and praises. It also kept drooling all over her Diary, but Raven tried not to think of it. "It's probably all moldy..." she thought, looking disgusted.
Raven cringed, and (using her powers) pulled the diary towards herself. She unlocked it and opened it, flipping to the last page she had written on. She started re-reading it while pulling the Dream Dictionary and a pad of paper and pen towards herself.
Death squealed and sat beside her, interested in what Raven was doing with its favorite book. Raven smiled at Death, and began translating her latest dream.
10 minutes later, when she was finished Raven admired the paper with her dream translation on it.
"Revenge and Deception, tricks lead to understanding, escape." Raven read off. "That doesn't make any sense." She sighed, and set them down next to Death who admired it, and purred.
"What do you make of it, Deathy?" she asked it , and he purred again. Taking the pen into its mouth it quickly scribbled something down on the paper, under what Raven had written. She watched, and smiled when he was done. It was a picture of them together, surrounded by a heart.
"You're so smart!" Raven exclaimed, and gave Death another piece of orange. What she didn't realize was that with every bad thing Death had done, there was a tally on the side. And with every bad deed, Ravens anger was released, and Death grew just a tiny bit bigger.