A/N: Hey guys after this chap he should be going to tulsa. :3 i hope you guys like this and to Silvermane1 he is still the heir but that won't tie into the story until later. :3 enjoy.

'Blah.' : Thoughts

"Blah." : Talking

"Blah." : Goddess Talking

Chapter 3

(Raven's POV)

Raven sighed as he sat on the seat in front of the vanity. 'Really? A vanity?' Apparently Keenan's last mark was a girl and she had stayed a few weeks with him. He had no time to move any of the furniture, but at least the walls and sheets weren't girly.

He picked up the brush lying in front of him and started running it through his hair. 'I'm happy Keenan understood my story.' An hour or so earlier he had sat down and given his life story –wizards included- to Keenan. He spoke of the abuse, the depravity of food, clothes, and room. How the wizarding world wanted him to fight their war.

Keenan had ranted and raved in his defense. Had sworn that he would protect him and teach him to protect himself. Raven blushed as he remembered how he had cried in happiness and clutched Keenan. Finally, someone cared enough. Someone cared for him.

Raven sat down the brush. He had to push up the sleeves of his borrowed sweater. Keenan had taken his old clothes and burned them after he had told Raven to take a shower. It was after that shower that Raven had seen his mark. The beautiful crescent moon, the Celtic stars, the feathers and symbols framing his face. He had caressed the moon and felt the warmth from his mother. This was proof of her love. Nyx had blessed him, Keenan said. Even though he is a fledgling, he had his face mark completed. Happiness flowed through him as he remembered that it would grow to flow over his whole body.

He smiled at his reflection. The sweater was huge on his small body but it was comfortable and so were the sweat pants. His midnight black hair had grown to touch his shoulders over the summer and now hung to frame his face.

"Raven."

He jumped and searched the room to figure out who had said his name. The voice was breathy and definitely masculine. When he saw no one he turned his attention back to the mirror. His breath got stuck in his throat at the image. His heart skipped a beat. In the mirror hugging his reflection from behind was the most handsome man he had ever seen. The man had rich tan skin, broad shoulders, and long dark hair with a few beads and feathers strung in it. There was a soft loving smile on his lips. Then Raven's eyes met his. Dark loving eyes mesmerized him from the mirror.

"Raven." The man breathed into his ear and Raven's heart raced in response. 'Who was this man?' The man smiled from within the mirror and hugged Raven's reflection closer. Raven could have sworn he felt the heat from the embrace but he could not be sure. 'Why do I feel like this?'

Something fluttered on the edge of his sight. He turned his gaze to it. Wings black as night moved behind the ethereal man.

"Beautiful."

The being chuckled, "Not as beautiful as you, little one."

He brought one of his wings forward and brushed the cheek of Raven's reflection with the soft feathers. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched. He could feel a ghost of that touch. The man came forward and kissed his cheek.

Raven flushed, "Who are you?"

He grinned at him from the mirror, "Kalona."

Then he was gone. Raven's breathing was labored. He couldn't believe what just happened. Shaking he left the vanity and curled up in the bed. He shut his eyes and whispered, "Kalona."

~*~*~*~*~*~*I'm A Line~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

(Kalona POV)

Across the ocean dark eyes opened and a name was whispered into the air, "Raven."