2 I. There are many who look but don't see.

Dedicated to Christabel Dennis-Nnorem

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A black raven perched on the juniper tree by the window of the king's chambers. It used it beak to peck at the wood vigorously. It feathers were sleek black and the bird had no blemish.

Mother nature probably took all her time carving this beauty.

But who knows?

In the king's chambers sat King Nä-rüto of the kingdom of Nä-runia with his wife queen Nä-tashâ and their only daughter princess Nä-rael.

Nä-ræl's brunette hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her delicate fingers held a knitting pin in which she used in trying to knit a sweater for her self.

Unable to make a perfect loop to begin she sighed and dropped the pin beside her and tuned into her parents conversations.

'Well we've waited two years. Her Betrothed might have been long dead. Prince Lëo-Ræphå-el has been missing for several years and the kingdom has been consumed by darkness. Only näbouɠh knows what abomination the king and queen of Tærïniã did to offend the gods and the supernaturals. We have waited long enough Rüto we have to find an eligible suitor for her.' Nä-tashâ said to her husband the king while running her fingers lovingly through his hair.

The black raven stopped pecking at the wood and sat up as if trying to listen to the conversation. It's head swayed to the side as if understanding what the king and queen were saying. It flew up and perched on another sturdy branch and began pecking at the wood, stopping occasionally and glancing towards the king's chambers.

'Only Farah and perhaps Past knows the answer to this questions. I'm very reluctant in finding her a suitor because of the bond she shares with prince Lëo-Ræphå-el. Cupid made it to be. They are Betrothed we can't just....' Nä-Rüto trailed off clearly frustrated with the situation at hand. 'Only if they were here. Or if only Farah was here. She basically has all their powers.'

'What do you mean if only Farah was here? She's right here.' Nä-ræl said picking up the knitting pin once more and squinting as if she couldn't see what she was doing properly.

'What do you mean here? I don't see her anywhere. No one can even see her except she appears in her true form.' Nä-Rüto replied sitting up straight and looking around as if expecting Farah to appear out if no where which was very possible.

'Father maybe old age has begun to affect your eyesight. I see her right there by the juniper tree. Sitting on a branch in her true form.' Nä-ræl argued.

'What bollocks. I see nothing but a black raven. By näbough what has gotten into your head. Perhaps you need to see a healer.'

'Well there are many who look but don't see, many who have sight but no vision. Nabough shouldn't have wasted eyes on someone like you.' Came a voice out of nowhere.

As if on cue the black raven flew through the window and landed in the floor of the chambers gracefully before a colorful mist encircled it - and there appeared Farah in her true form.

She stood in the middle of the room, her short dark green curly hair hit her shoulders and bounced softly. Her dark skin glowed and her skin was covered with leaves. What was supposed to be a chemise was made with leaves and grasses.

The feathers from her sleek black wings shone beautifully and fluttered by the evening breeze.

Another gift the gods gave Farah were her wings and dark skin.

Being dark skined was a gift from the gods because that meant as you could withstand all weather conditions nature decided to give, but of course Farah was not human so climate didn't affect her.

Her eyes were wide with brown pupils and perfect white eyeball save for a brown streak that started from her left pupil to the end of her eye. She didn't spare a glance at the king but instead inspected her long bony fingers.

Her small frame made her look like a fifteen year old girl.

'Farah!' Nä-Rüto exclaimed joyfully. 'How wonderful of you to grace us with your true form.'

However the queen wasn't quite enthusiastic about Farah's presence in the castle because she feared her greatly.

'Yes.' Nä-tashâ said forcing a smile. 'How wonderful.'

'Well it's a one time thing. Consider yourself lucky. You needed me?'

'Yes we truly did. We were wondering....' The king began.

'Well then keep wondering.' Farah said cutting him off.

'No what I meant is...'

'We all mean a lot of things...'

Nä-Rüto sighed. 'Do you think prince Lëo-Ræphå-el still lives. Do you think we should find another suitor already. It's been nineteen years since he went missing. He was so young. Age three.' He mused.

'I always think about a lot of things.' she mused too.

'Time will tell.' She says her eyes twinkling mischievously as she gave the queen a pointed stare, noticing the fear radiating from her.

'So.... You're saying I should talk to Time? You basically can...'

'I never said that.'

Farah vanished leaving a cloud of grey mist behind her. Nä-tashâ breathed a sigh of relief and smoothed her evening gown.

'Oh well.'

The king stood up and walked round the room.

He used his fingers to smoothen his beard, thinking, then suddenly remembered something. 'How in näboughs name were you able to tell Farah was here?' He directed the question at Nä-ræl who had begun to make progress with her knitting.

She shrugged. 'Well Farah said, "Many look but don't see.'