Disclaimer: The series of Silent Hill games do not belong to me. Sirius Corvus, the Raven, however does and for such time is solely my creation and under my ownership until otherwise stated.
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RAVEN: Sirius Corvus
"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore' " - Edgar Allen Poe
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Prologue
Upon a ragged branch sat the lonely figure of a raven. A black cloaked beast with waspish eyes that reflected a street lamps glare into a thousand starts as it looked down onto the town of Silent Hill. An easy breeze fluttered through the street, ruffling the bird's ebony feathers, but it paid no heed. Instead the creature parted it's beak in a quiet sorrowful cry.
Darkness descended around this bird of vaporous sorrow, and in it's shadow the beast shivered. Something was in the air, a wind of change that the Raven did not like. It, or rather he, for Sirius Corvus could never truly be called an it. Had felt from the very first he had crossed the barrier that something did not sit well with this curious little place.
Silent Hill had never seemed pleasant in the way he had experienced in other towns and cities that he passed. Those other places bustled with everyday activity. People smiling, laughing, in joy, in pain, crying, angry, the slew of emotions that made man what he was. The people of Silent Hill however, did their business with invisible weights, their smiles rare and their aggression more pronounced. The pillars of human emotion here seemed dull, dim and lifeless. The weight of life appeared a crushing blow to them.
Sirius knew from a deeper well of instinct, even before his first sight of the lack-lustre residents, that a permeation of wrongness coiled the town. His sensations of the world were far more acute then the simple science of his species. He was gifted with a sixth sense, for he was no ordinary Raven, no common wandering bird. Sirius thought in complex patterns and felt complex emotions, he could digest and dismember that came from experiences. He thought as man did, by thought more then instinct, and as the darkness billowed it's great cape over the town, Sirius was thankful and also bitter for it.
The moon with it's pregnant swollen belly appeared to Sirius as a bright and unloving eye, watching with wicked intent. His feathers shook, but not from the wind or the cold this time. A chill had passed through him like a ghost on a grave, an ominous potent that chilled his inner coil. The oppression had grown to a near tangible substance, Sirius could sense it. A darkness more black then oncoming night was approaching, closing fast upon the town. It would soon arrive to swallow up Silent Hill whole. Whatever had been holding back could now no longer be contained, very soon now it would rise up like a thunderous wave. For the first time in his long and oft mysterious life Sirius felt the first inklings of true fear.
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A/N: This is but the first of my re-written chapters, expect some minor and major changes in all others. The core basis for the story will remain. The others are in process and will be up as soon as they are completed. Thank you. 23rd May 2006: Removed more surreal aspects.