The Beast Who Fancied the Raven
The broods with the aim of amusing themselves by day break more often than not crowed the streets of Azarath, usually awaking from the deep slumber in which the night before went to bed early to start a new day but not a soul was to be founded. Which was a strange occurrence in the streets of Azarath in which had became a vast ocean of vivacity and populace since, Azarath had been a flourishing planet with an array of eccentric characters thought out the capital of the planet.
A panorama of this degree gave an ominous surrounding to any unusual traveler to nonchalantly stride in to the street. All but one soul remained on that street; a horrid grimace was on that runty youth who was appalled at the scene that just unraveled before her. She simply wanted a fragment of what was, as they called a normal childhood. But, being spawn of a demon fabricated an ancestry in which it was normal for society to flee at the prospect of her. The child just stood there, daunted.
"Raven! Where have you run off, too?" Hollered a woman in white, but there was no response.
The woman in the fair mantle placidly rummaged around the capital, probing for her tot. She is sternly prohibited to leave the dwelling, it is in her wisdom to abide by this principle, and she will be firmly being reprimanded for her actions. She…No! It knows full well that it is a menace to itself and others. "It" knows that her sentiments are the catalyst to her powers and yet IT challenged my reasoning and my authority. The day I have conceive that spawn I should of…
Arella trailed off, realizing what she just notion within her rile directed at Raven. She simply sustaining her composure and returned to look for her bewildered child.
To her relief she found her awed child just continued to gaze in to the ambiance, with a befuddled appearance. Arella noticed Raven's dismay knowing how grueling it was for Raven to manage her emotions.
Why? Why can't I play with them? Why were they so afraid? Raven had became frantic, an obscurity slowly gasped and mounted around the space. Announcingits manifestation thought out the terrain. Slowly the obscurity ripped the street as if it just a mere wrapping on a present, it was dawdling engulfing Raven voraciously in its aloof embrace.
Arella was panic-stricken she made an endeavor to budge but the fear closed on her legs she watched as the obscurity engulfed her petite Raven she clasped her bosom, gasping for air, heaving at the vista before her. Taking in her petite child anguish, feeling as if heart is mince in to pieces. Apprehending the perplexity and the torture her daughter was withstanding. Unearthing the vigor inside of her, she took a step.
An infuriating sound filled the Tower awaking the now adolescent Raven from her unanticipated pilgrimage to the past. With a groan, and a slight grip she took a step.
