The Midnight Mistress (prototype)

1) her problem

A Raven is a sign of evil

I stood in the main square of the village I called home. The people around me acted normally as if I wasn't here. My mother was behind me, patting my back to urge me forward. Towards who was supposed to be my 'suitor'.
My mom told me that he would treat me well. But I knew other wise. That's all I would be good for... to be married off and forgotten. "Riley! Come on... he's not going to bite."

"No. I don't want this... is this what you want from me?" I asked, my dark grey eyes glistening with red.

The boy blinked, cocking his head to the side. "Wha... ? Don't you like me... ?"

I passed my glare to him. Even more full of hatred than the one towards my mother. "I hate you and your existence." I clenched my hand into a fist, a heavily decorated hilt stated to materialise in my fist. The red leather of the hilt cracked as I gripped onto it. The blade a dark shade of grey, red lines appeared onto the beautifully made weapon. With both hands gripping onto the leather, I pointed the tip at the boy.

People stopped and stared at me, women gasped, children screamed and men drew weapons. "Margret! Get out of there!" My dad yelled, holding a short sword in his hands. Pointing it at me he growled. I looked at him with dead eyes, ones that could never change. My mother didn't move. She had frozen in horror.

I turned on my heel, bringing my blade up through her chest then down her face. Her face was forever stuck with her mouth wide open, eyes small as speaks of dust. Body limp, she fell to the floor. Blood pooled round me, stuck thickly onto my blade. My dad growled, blade now pointed at me. "Who are you? Your not my daughter!" He yelled. The men surrounded me, bouncing there blades in there hands.

One leaped forward, blade above his head. I raised my blade slowly, catching his attack like it was nothing. Putting all my weight on my back foot. The blade chipped... then cracked... then shattered...
His eyes went wide before my blade passed through him. I threw him at a tree, his blood splattering on the floor. My farther glared at me, but my eyes were on a shadowed figure of a man who was standing by the tree. He had a smile painted on his black figure.

He dematerialised into smoke and ash lined the grass he was on. I blinked, and he appeared behind me. Heat slowly blowing past my still body. A boney head on my shoulder, gripping into the tattered cloth of my dress. Fear wasn't a thing I felt. I knew who and what it was. His grip started to crush my bones. "Come on Rio... we don't have time for this..." he sneered, voice crackling with evil intent. I nodded, eyes scanning the rest of the crowd. They all stared at me, scared pupils flicking from me to the dead body's to the shadowed figure. Letting go of the hilt with one hand I waved to my dad slowly, face dark and unwanted. The shadow lifted a side of his cape, revealing blood red silk woven with stolen magic. Flinging it around us we disappeared into a vortex of black.

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I stood before my king, who sat on his throne. He glared down at me, but his stare changed to a warm look of happiness. "Good to see you back, Raven, well forever now..." he chuckled, standing up. I looked at him with wide eyes, before bowing momentarily.

"Good to be here, master." I muttered, still holding my sword.

He cocked his head to the side. "What's with the grey eyes? You don't need to hide yourself here." I let my eyes fade to a deep shade of red. "That's better, you will continue with you training." His footsteps clicking and echoing round the large room. The pinging sound of a metal beak tapping on the stain glass of the window behind the throne. A small hatch opened to let the bird in. It landed on his finger, a black crow.
The bird thrashed about with a letter hooked to its beak. The king opened it, eyes glaring down at the scroll of parchment. "War?" He muttered, rolling it up again and throwing it into a fire.