Soaring through the sky above was a lonely soul moving on swift wings. Beneath her feathers, the wind currents caressed and lifted her across the land. This huntress of this sky was not seeking food, pleasure, or nest but a companion to enjoy her company while she rests.

The Raven was young and old in a curious state for she once was a woman of the human race. Through a series of unfortunate accidents, she grew pitch-black feathers and shrank in stature, turning into an exceptionally sized avian. As the years dragged by this woman, beast, changeling did not age, stretching out through the years as kingdoms rose and fell around her. Like the sun up above, she was alone in her journey.