Looking in the mirror, the face I see is only a painful reminder of that night. Two years had gone by, but I still had trouble looking at myself. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Milo Solanaceae. I’m seventeen, male, and currently all alone. I know I sound dark and down, I’m kind of the nightshade in my family’s garden. Or at least what is left of my family. You see I have had not the best of lives, but we can get to that later. For now, I have to get ready.

     I work at a small café in town. I live in a small town. The kind where everybody knows everything about you. Well, that is the case for most people, I’m an exception. I kind of just showed up out of the blue. The small mountain village was very shocked. An Aviaire of my kind was not commonly seen in a cold place such as the village. Normally there would be Aviaire who are built for the cold. However,  am a Gavran, or more commonly known as a raven. If you didn’t know, Aviaire are people who are able to shift into birds. An easy way to know if someone is an Aviaire is by the wings on their back. I have large, glossy black wings. 

     Now, I must get ready if I don’t want to be late. Now that I’m ready, I guess I’ll head to work. As I walked to the café, I stopped by my favorite bakery to grab a quick meal. Stepping into the building, I breathed in deeply, smelling the sweet scents of the warm, freshly baked goods. After getting a muffin and hot tea, I set back out in the cold on my trek to work.