Mayana held her breath as she ran to take off, shucking her human skin and feeling herself shrink and black feathers peek out, covering her body entirely. Her face stretched into a beak, and suddenly; she was a full-fledged Raven. Autumn was here, and Mayana's grey eyes were like the clouds that hovered over the King's Castle, her ruler. Her hair and feathers were dark as usual, reflecting her mood as she glided through the air. Taking off was always the worst part.
She looked down and saw the tree tops, wanting to burn them down with her steely gaze. But those were powers unknown to her. She felt the urge to smile, feeling the thrill of flying. But a bird couldn't smile, just like her in human form. She learned forward slightly, dipping down to shield herself from the wind. Mayana flew for a few minutes, over the fields and rivers as she flew to the Castle to report a recent discovery to her King. But as she squinted down below, she noticed castle ruins, and a childhood nursery tale surfaced. She'd heard so many stories, along with other children; but she couldn't quite remember. Deciding that she was early anyway, she readied herself for landing.
When she did land, she shook her raven body a little and sprouted back to normal form. She'd landed right in front of a broken looking throne of a sort, mice surrounding it. The chair didn't really look like much, but it made her remember the vague nursery tale everyone had been taught.
"The White Witch," she muttered, circling the throne. The mice scuttled away at the sound of her footsteps. Even the mice were rightly afraid her. They'd always been taught that the Snow Queen was the "bad guy" the evil Witch, a horrible woman who thirsted for power. But they were all saved by the wonderful, amazing Aslan. Just a talking lion, who had way too many lies made about him. As if his roar shaped the very foundations of the world she lived in, it simply couldn't be believed. She walked past the throne then, through crumbling arches until she got to a clearing. The Old Witch's Camp, maybe?
"Oh..." she said, shocked with eyebrows raised. "This is where the Camp was...this was where they prepared for battle. This is the White Witch's Camp!"
Mayana stood there, pondering her thought. Yes, she'd have to talk it over with the King. This was their chance! They could rid the earth FINALLY of so-called Good!
"This is it, girl. This is where you can finally help the cause," she smiled.
RayMay set to work claiming the land. The King approved of her plan and gladly gave the resources needed to make her house. A black, hollowed out dead tree which was surprisingly huge. It could fit more people including furniture, though she didn't like it. It reminded her too much of Charlie and the fate she was destined to have. Hollowed out and dead.
Mon Apr 08, 2013 9:43 pm by caspianhawk83