Lunatic [Under Construction]

Prologue

"Grandpa," said the 5 year old girl quietly, "why do we always come here?"

The old man smiled and turned his head to look at the curious infant. Her big brown eyes were full of wonder. He turned his head to the ravens sitting on the tree branches in front of them. It was now a tradition for them. Every Sunday they sat on the old bench at the park near the house and watched the ravens as they chirped and did their secretive business.

Then

The first time they came here was 5 years ago, 3 days after her birthday, but of course she didn't know that. It had been on a summer day in the end of June . The park was  nearly empty except of a man sitting on the bench in front of the oldest tree of the park. You could find the exact same man in the exact same bench every Sunday morning. He would stay there watching the black birds that sat on the tree. Usually they would not chirp when the park was almost empty, but this morning they had been chirping like crazy ever since he came here. Something was troubling them. The man could feel if in the pit of his stomach, this day wasn't going to be like any other day. What could have possibly made the ravens so nervous?  he thought to himself.  

He got his answer really fast as he watched a black tinted car pull up next to the parks back gates. He could feel the man after the glass watch him. He directed his sight at the tree again and waited for the man to reach him. Soon enough he felt his presence.

"Hello father." he said as he took a seat on the bench next to him. "Long time no see."

He laughed a humorless laugh and turned to look at his son.

"It's all about priorities son."

"Well sorry to disappoint you and say that you were not one of my first priorities, until now. However, i need your help" said the man.

"Oh, son. You always need something from me" he said frowning.

Ignoring his father's comment, the man continued.

"Loreine is dead" The shock on his father's face was clear as daylight, but the man continued talking as if he was saying the most ordinary stuff. "and after her death she left me with a bit of a gift. You see, she was pregnant. The child, however, survived. So father, congratulations! You have become a grandfather."

His face pale and his eyes glossy. He turned his head to face the man next to him. The boy who he'd sacrifised so much for, the boy who he'd raised with his two now trembling hands. The boy had grown up to be one of the best hunters. But now he questioned whether he was the boy who he once raised. It couldn't be true. He didn't raise a killer. He took a hold of his jacket and looked him right in the eye.

"What have you done?" he asked shaking his son.

"I did what i had to do. She was one of them! She needed to be put away!" the man shouted.

"She never hurt anybody! You know the code! We hunt those who hunt the innocent. You could've dealt with it differently!"

By now they had stood up.

"She lied to me!" the man said. Fury was clear in his eyes and some veins were popping up in his neck and forehead. "She fucking lied to me! I can't tolerate lies! You know how risky this is in our business."

"James, she knew she was dead the moment you laid eyes on her. She was trying to protect herself and her family. You would have done the same if you were in her place and you know it!"

"It doesn't matter now. What is done is done." he said shaking his head and turning around so his father wouldn't notice the smallest note of guilt on his face. After collecting himself, he turned to speak to him. " I need you to take care of her."

"Her?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"The child."

"It's a girl? And Jesus Christ! You still haven't named her?" he said enraged.

"She's not mine to name. She's not our blood."

"She's a halfblood James, but that doesn't mean that she's not your daughter."

"I am in no position to raise a child right now father. That is why i am here. I need you to raise her and teach her just like you taught me, but she shall not know anything about our world or hers." James sated clearly.

"I don't understand" he said confused, "you could've dumped her at a trash can or something. Why go to such lengths as contact your father who you haven't seen in years, and ask him to take care of a child, and raise her as a hunter, who as you put it, 'is not our blood'?"

James stayed silent for a few seconds. then he tuned to his father with a stoned expression on his face.

"She is more valuable than you think."

With that said he left and headed to the car as another man exited the car with a baby basked in his hands. The man came over that bench and left the basket there for the child's granddad to take and left. Peeking into the basket he could see a tiny baby with raven black hair sleeping peacefully. A single tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and then his face broke into a smile.

"You brought me bad news you little raven" and in that moment a raven flew over and sat on the bench.

Back to now

"Grandpa are you okay?" asked worriedly the 5 year old after seeing the sad look on her granddad's face.

"Yeah dear, I'm fine. What did you want to know?" he said hurriedly.

"Why do we always come here?"

For a 5 year old kid she sure was smart and observant. He smiled at her.

"Well, my little Raven, I have been coming to this place for almost 11 years now. I started coming here a year before nanny died." You might think it was harsh talking to a 5 year old about death and life but with her it was pointless lying. "I was here when i got the news, sitting at this exact bench and looking at these exact same black ravens. Although, I must admit that the ravens were a bit more fast and smaller. i guess they aged with me. Anyways as i was saying, i was sitting here when i got the news-"

"Weren't you sad grandpa?"

"Of course i was. I loved grandma so much. So when i got the news i went down on my knees and started crying. All of a sudden a raven flew over and sat on the bench beside me, and after him all of the ravens did the same. I had never, no one had ever witnessed such thing as the ravens leaving their tree. It was like they left their home to bring me bad news and comfort me."

He stopped talking for a few seconds to look at the ravens in the tree.

"Does that mean that i brought you a bad news too? Is that why you named me Raven?" She asked concerned.

"Oh no dear, ravens are not only for bringing bad news. It is more than that. In greek mythology, ravens are associated with , the god of prophecy. They are said to be a symbol of good luck, and were the god's messengers in the mortal world. It is said that Apollo sent a white raven, or crow in some versions to spy on Coronis. When the raven brought back the news that has been unfaithful to him, Apollo scorched the raven in his fury, turning the animal's feathers black. That's why all ravens are black today" he told the story. "So that's why you are my little Raven. You bring me luck."

With that said the kid gave her grandpa a hug and they continued to watch the ravens together as they did every other Sunday morning.