The Chronicles of Raven - Chapter 3 - Young Raven's Euridition under Tutelage of Azar/The Rings of the Almost-Goddess Bestowed
A young girl
In a dark cloak stands
Her eyes close
And soon does she disappear,
A puff of colored smoke the only trace
In the room next
Does blue cloth arrive,
Followed by the pink of human flesh
She hath done it. The girl.
Two stand before her
Arms raised to clap
A motioning in the doorway
Does it serve to remind
And now, with remembrance,
Both hands drop to side
For towards the girl
Any show of emotion,
Twas it strictly forbid
Condemned - For no ordinary girl was this,
Twas the girl's name: Raven.
Daughter of Arella,
The fruit of poison seeds
Whence came from the Demon-King:
Trigon the Terrible.
The hand which stayed the applause
The figure in the doorway, to her does it belong
Raven's tutor, this woman -
Her name: Azar.
The Almost-Goddess.
Most Revered One.
Sucessfully hath traveled she between dimensions - Raven
Most impressed is Azar
Of her young progeny
But true to law,
Lest she allow Raven weakness for Trigon's wrath,
Does the wise woman hold her tongue
Here in the land: Azarath.
This dimension of peace and pacificity
Twas here was Arella brought
Born here was Raven,
And now, by Azar, is she taught.
Learn she must, the young girl,
To all emotions surpress
For they are the veins that which Trigon may puncture
And let the blood of his disease drown more worlds in his grasp
She cannot even be with her mother,
Cruel as though that may sound -
But any show of concern toward Raven, as before noted,
Was strictly forbidden for the same reasons
The girl must not herself know emotion
Tis the the danger to Azarath
Not only so great,
But the destruction of Earth-
Were there, Raven to return-
Had been foreseen as imminent and grave.
Prevent this fate, twas it entrusted Azar
And now, seeing Raven
Look at her in the door,
Does Azar nod with Approval
At the child's quick mastery,
Much hath the girl learned
Her empathic abilities
Which in Azarath does she only possess,
Hath they healed many birds previously injured,
Yet knowledge of their reach does Raven already understand
Heal everyone
Knoweth she cannot,
But to heal all she can,
That - that be enough.
But as Raven learned more,
Did older Azar get
More lonesome became Arella,
Who had so longed for a family
And now, barred from her daughter,
Growing much upset is she
Wanting to be her mother, to High Magistrate Coman does she complain
"You know that that we cannot allow," came Coman's reply,
"You know of all emotion must she be drained."
"But I wish to be her mother," does she thus protest,
"Is that so much to ask?"
"Arella, doth the answer to your inquiry I even need repeat?"
"With her do I wish to see you also,"
"But the risk! The risk, tis it too great!"
Twas at that moment,
Did a messenger come, face stricken red
"Coman, sir! I am afraid to say,"
"I bear not news of good, but news quite grave!"
"Azar, the Almost-Goddess, hath she fallen ill-
Most ill indeed!"
"She requests by her side
Both Raven and Arella-
And requests it, does she,
With much haste!"
Quickly to the bed of the Almost-Goddess
Did Coman and Arella speed-
Twas Raven already there,
Along with all of Azarath,
The girl listening to Azar closely.
"Raven, these rings do I entrust to you," said Azar,
Handing the girl the baubles,
"Do not you remove them ever, I ask you to promise me."
At the nodding of young Raven - whom was now even permitted a tear -
Did Azar turn to Arella.
"Arella, you must finish Raven's schooling,"
Said the Almost-Goddess with a sigh,
"Do not fear or shun her, No matter how cold she may seem,"
And with conclusion of that last phrase,
Did Azar's Spirit-Soul rise high.
