Mark of the Ravens

This story isn't any type of story. This isn't a fairytale that is predictable. Actually it's the opposite of that. Blood spilling on the pages, cries of innocent lives, and a heart of purity waiting to be tainted. And this isn't a story at all, but a recording. A recording of my life. My life as a wanderer. One who sees all but is never seen. One who never wanders alone, but with a pack. We are vicious, but cunning. We are evil, but loyal. We are the evilness in the world. We are the ravens, and we have our sights on our new victim. Prepare to be marked little mouse We're coming