In the day she would hide from those enimes who only wanted to hurt her.
In the night she would cry from her blue eyes that held so much pain.
No matter the time, though, she always felt the same misery.
She always felt the same pain.
Raven was always on the run, never had a chance to sit down and relax.
They were after her and would never let up.
She was a slave, less than human.
Depreived from her homeland she only had the few memories of happiness.
She was invisible.
And she planned to be gone.