The black cloaked figure looked on in spite and hurt. The youthful male had been trying to woo her and he had, and now he was trying to act like he had made her. With a sigh she closed her eyes and whispered. "I am what you want me to be, but you do not know me." The male gaped in shock for he had not expected this. Suddenly the loneliness of her life crashed down. Quite literally a huge, sleek, gleaming, black raven swooped down from the sky. He stumbled back and a look of hatred crossed his face. "You fowl witch" he screeched. "The Queen Of Ravens. How pitiful!" Her only companion a Raven named Avis. Screeched defensive of her, and he clawed the males face sending him screaming home. "Thank you again Avis..." The raven turned a black, beady eye to her. "I will always protect and love you. I made a promise." With a grin she said. "I thought that there could be no nice raven." He sighed and said "of course there can." Then took off to the sky, and to keep watch. Her little guardian.

The shadows crept closer and closer. Nothing could be changed. Nothing at all. Except one thing...a small flame of hope that an imagination carried on the now tainted breeze... Maddox a young teen lay dying and withering away in the shadows of an alleyway. When suddenly a small white butterfly dropped from the sky, its wings were inlaid with ornate black designs, and landed on his shoulder. Sitting there in silence "Is this what hope is...?" Tears pricked as the butterfly weakly crawled on his hand. Butterfly and boy sat in the silence of the darkness that seemed so oppressive that it was suffocating. The faint polluted breeze whistled past, weakly the butterfly flapped its drooping wings but it could no longer lift itself in the air. "I won't let you die in vain..." his eyes could see it was dying. Finally it's tiny heart gave out and for the first time in his short life. Maddox weeped silently for the tiny being who used the last of its life source just to see him.

Lorcan...little fierce one...at least what it means in Irish. Everyone here says a name makes a person. I could sit here all day talking about names but, that isn't important. What is important is the tale and how it unfurls for our little character. This is how it began...however you get to see how it ends.... (I did not make the cover picture I got it from google :3)