Ronan knocks on the door and less than what can be described as a second later, it opens.
There's no one behind it though. My mouth falls open.
He glances at me, brows raised. "You've never seen magic before?" I shake my head no. "There's many things I haven't seen before."
"Then I intend to show you all of which you haven't seen." Before I can figure out what that means, he positions himself towards me and opens his palm.
A black fake bird appears flat in his palm and my eyes widen.
"Wow." I rasp. "It's gorgeous. That was gorgeous." Ronan smirks and the little tilt of his lips is a glorious action all on its own.
"It's a bird." He says. "But not any kind of bird. It's a Raven." "What does it represent?" I ask.
"Ancient wisdom, intelligence and transformation." The God replies. "It's a wise bird. A prophetic one." He meets my gaze.
"It reminds me of you." My heart jumps to my throat. "Me?" I shriek.
He nods. "Yes. Your hair is the color of this raven. And despite being caved all your life, you seem very wise."
I shake my head. That was a great compliment. But it wasn't true. Because I wasn't wise. I was foolish and impulsive.
"You don't know me to think that." "I know enough, Serenity." He extends it to me.
"Here. It's yours." I stare at the bird, getting the sudden urge to cry.
I didn't even know why. Emotions were weird. "Thank you. I'm going to name it Raven." I say.
"A name just as suitable for you." I take the plastic bird. It's a tad smaller than my hands.
Not a lot, but it is.
"Thank you." I repeat. Our gazes lock and my heart swells. He's so beautiful to look at.
"Your welcome, Raven." Raven. It really was a pretty name. Similar to my own.
Serenity Raelynn. I liked it. It did suit me.
"Are you going to come in or just continue to stand out there making goo goo eyes at each other?" A female's voice, one raspy and ancient sounding says.
I jump. There's no one that I can see from where we stand.
"Someone's cranky." Ronan replies. He doesn't pay no attention to how I'm stuck in place and terrified.
He just walks right in the room.
Which sense I'm still holding his hand, I get dragged along.
Immediately, a wake of shivers skate through me. The room is cold and it smells of burnt amber.
It's dark inside except for the purple lights strung around the room.
The room is full of herbs and all kinds of other things I'm not sure of.
On one of the couches sits a black old woman. She's got completely grey hair. Which flows down her shoulders lovingly, framing a beautiful aged face.
She wears some kind of beads and other things on her hair and around her neck.
There's even some on her clothing. "I'm always cranky, Ronan." She says and I notice that her eyes are closed.
She looks so relaxed, so peaceful that if she hadn't just spoken I would've thought she was asleep.
"True." Ronan says. She sniffs the air and her head tilts.
"I see you bring the gift with you."
The gift? "She's unaware." Ronan says. "Pity." Replies the woman.
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Blood & Divinity
Vampiri"Open your legs for me, Raven." He croaked. The little action shouldn't be as hard as it was, but I was lost. He'd already inched himself on every part of the outside of my body. And now he was itching to do the in? I don't think I could take anymor...
