Introduction

Their cries echo through the woods while the pursuing roars rumble into the roots. Jet black wings hover overhead, watching the scene unfold.

You could run faster if you left Summer's brat behind, the bird thinks to itself whilst watching the Grimm inch ever closer to the children below. Golden locks lead through the labyrinth of trees, keeping the red hood near. Their uncle rushes to their rescue, crescent blade cast aglow below the midnight. The girl in front could learn from this fear—her father had been deluding her for far too long. The image of a bright and smiling woman comes to mind.

I hated that smile. The woman's coddling was no help while she was alive, and her careless death only added to the damage.

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On a stage set by starlight, the silvered treetops mirror the stalwart moon, shimmering like summer snow.

The reaper arrives, cutting down the shadows with a darker shade of blade. The scythe guides Summer's gem and Raven's light. The crying ends, and the wings cast a blanket of shadow beneath the pale moon.

This is the story of Raven Branwen.