Ravenous

Chapter One

Ravenous definition
rav·en·ous
ˈrav(ə)nəs/
adjective
extremely hungry.
synonyms:    very hungry, starving, famished; rareesurient
"I'm absolutely ravenous"
(of hunger or need) very great; voracious.
"a ravenous appetite"
synonyms:    voracious, insatiable;

Raven's POV

                           I stared at my reflection as the water rippled. A clear frog had just jumped into the pond, poisonous. A sanctuary frog, they called it in these lands. My hair looked absolutely dreadful, long locks tangled, mouth dry, chapped red lips in pain, and bags under my eyes.

My eyes.

                           They are what started this. My eyes are the ones at fault in this war of evil. I curse them, wishing to be born human. A great disgrace, none bigger than my eyes. My white, white eyes. In the place of my iris, there was no color. No blue, brown, hazel, nothing but white emptiness. That's what I should be hiding right now, I could be executed because of the color of my eyes.

                          But I am alive, the Kings friend. He's helping me, and for what reason? To disgrace himself? Because his high guard is fond of me? I may never know.

                            I am what they call, a seer. No, not those mythical water whores. No, I see all, I know all. I can see things, the future, ones soul, hidden fragments to life puzzles. I can be very dangerous, I know things about oneself that not even they may know. Perhaps that is why these lands have purged, cleansed itself and rid the earth of the seer nuisance. But not I.

                              I made it. I was helped, guided, by a strange woman. She helped me find the Kings high guard, he seems to fancy me. What a pity.

                                 I've seen his future, and I don't think that when he meets his soulmate in three centuries, she will like me very much. It's quite humorous actually.

From then on, the king has befriended me. He helps me, like a brother, but much more powerful.

               Wow, I sound like such a drag. Life just isn't great when you can sense other people's emotions. Especially in dark times like these. All I feel lately is dread and anticipation. I should just find a way to leave this realm, travel to a different one. Maybe a more human one. Humans call us blind in their realms. But that's impossible, seeing as now all of the portals are being watched. There is no way out for me.

              We are being hunted down, and nowadays, seers are very rare.

             I sigh to myself, running my hands through my brown locks, and attempt a smile. It comes off as a wide grimace. One of the tangles in my hair catch my hand, and I determine that it's time to go back to the castle.

             Back to my chambers anyway. The whole castle is busy with excitement. In just three days, everyone would be celebrating the queens death. I really shouldn't call it celebrating, I should call it mourning. But that's not what's gonna happen at the celebration. People are gonna drink too much ale, eat until their bellies are sticking out, dance until the sun rises, find a nice water nymph to release all of their built up tension.