Ravyn (prologue) A story I'm writing

"Once on a black, foggy night, two figures emerged from the forest's darkness and appeared in our small village.A mother, willowy and beautiful, leading her scrawny, wild-eyed daughter.As the two traversed, trembling from the cold, the mother suddenly stopped, causing her daughter to bump into her.The woman looked down at her daughter, emotionless.'Little one, your oddity will burden me no longer.Here is where we part.' The daughter, who could not have seen more than five springs, shook her head slowly.'No, Mother, please, ' she whimpered, clinging to the woman's arm.'You are a nuisance and a mistake.Plague me no longer.' the mother turned and began to walk away.Tears sprang to the daughter's eyes, and she cried, 'Please, don't! ' Her voice was ragged and choked with sobs.Her mother shuddered from her touch, revolted.'Release me, you beast! ' she shouted, finally striking her daughter across the face.The child collapsed to the ground, shaking with fear...or was it anger? Indeed, the child seemed to be having some sort of fit.She twitched and writhed sickeningly on the earth, covered with a fine sheen of sweat.In a sudden heave, the daughter began to undergo a hideous transformation--her body became covered with feathers dark as soot, she grew talons bright as flame and twice as deadly.Her mouth hardened into a vicious beak, her emerald eyes turned a color that of obsidian.There where the daughter had been was a gruesome monster--the Ravyn.As the mother attempted to flee, knowing perhaps that the end was near, the Ravyn lifted into the sky, and, swift as lightning, attacked her mother, slicing her flesh to ribbons.Blood spattered the ground, and within moments, the mother was no more than a pile of clean-picked bones.The savage Ravyn had devoured her own mother.With a final, ear-piercing caw, the Ravyn cast off into the night."



The storyteller's face looked ominous in the firelight as he fell quiet, giving his young audience a moment for the tale to sink in.Every face had similar expressions of shock: eyes wide, mouths ajar.It was the combination of the darkness, perhaps, and the storyteller's tone that had frightened the group so, or perhaps it was just their youth.Even I myself, perched high in the trees above them, could not stop myself from shuddering."Is the Ravyn still alive?" a boy with sandy hair blurted.The storyteller regarded him with grim eyes."Nobody knows, " he said quietly, "Aye, but there have been rumors." The boy closed his eyes in what was either disgust or fear or a combination of the two."She killed and ate her own mother! " a younger girl piped up, trembling."Absolutely horrible, " her friend added."And being all of five..." an unseen voice commented.All these years of hearing my story told, and it never ceased to upset me.Twelve years since that day, over which the true story had been lost, twisted and overshadowed with rumors and lies.Although, admittedly, some true elements remain.Yes, I am the Ravyn...but that is not my name.My name, which I have given myself, is Laila.I am not a myth, some beast that roams the Earth without purpose, an unintelligent fool.Yes, my mother despised me.Yes, I killed her, but I disturbs me to this very day.So, human, make your choice.Delve into my tale to find the truth for yourself, or be forever haunted by my wrath...
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Firefly728
Thanks, I'll post more when it's been edited. (:
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Firefly728
I want to read your story now ^.^
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SlytherinAngel
That's actullly really quite amazing, I'm intruiged :)