The raven is almost too dark.
I decided to be a raven. I decided when he ruined everything. He killed my only love. My family.
When it happened I burnt my clothes of green and red and blue. I wore only a wardrobe of the shadows and added all of my physical memories, photographs, into the flame, all of my photographs except for one of Bianca. My previous life was forever emersed in fire.
Why did such evil have to be kept in a beautiful boy with eyes of sea green? Why did the boy who killed my sister have to be so crushable? I was glad Annabeth was there to keep him away. She helped me stay in the dark, when Percy usually made me stutter into light.
I made my way to the Roman camp out of distress, claiming a new sister to help me heal. She perked me up, yet let me stay hidden. Hazel helped me not become invisible, but almost too dark like the ravens.
The worst part about being a raven was that dark colours stand out somewhere. I stood out among the seven, when I spilled my secrets to Cupid.
The war changed everything. It gave me a new perspective. Yes, I didnt have to submerge in the light, but I could use the brightness inside of myself. I told Percy my past thoughts, extended my secret from Jason Grace to Percy Jackson to Annabeth Chase. I had been filled with my own light.
This you all know. What you don't know is what comes next.
