Darkness, once again, it haunts all living things.
Raven wakes up on the floor, its chilling touch of reality brings her back from a land of dreams. But, because of her father, she never dreams.
Where?
Raven looks about the room and notices a bed covered with one sheet that seemed to have been tossed about. She then realized how she ended up on the floor.
I can not remember anything…
What had happened? This was not her room; it was much too…beautiful to be her room. Although the floor was cold the rest of the room only filled her with peace and, at the very slightest, happiness. With blue tapestries lined silver that were pulled half way to expose the smallest amount of sunlight. Only a few pieces of furniture sat about the room; a bed (with tossed sheets and pillows thrown across the room), a mirror with a light blue cloth draped over it, and of course a dresser. Raven walked towards the mirror, removed the cloth, and looked at herself thinking that maybe something had changed about her.
Nothing…I am still that sad pathetic girl curled in a mother's arms…
Raven looked at her hand remembering the time only a few weeks ago, or if it had been longer she could not remember, when the symbols of the prophecy were marked upon her skin. Her hand formed a fist and lowered to her side while the other replaced the light blue curtain to its former state.
A small creak, as small as there had ever been, came from behind her. Raven turned and saw a young man, around her age. His hair was short but long enough to put in a small topknot, and he was tall in stature with broad shoulders. She could not recognize him, but he seemed friendly and so Raven walked towards him trying to find his eyes. A person's soul always lies behind their eyes.
Raven stopped five feet before the young man.
She could not see his eyes.
A cloth had been wrapped about his head.
…She could not see his eyes, nor could he see hers.