The moon would be whole on this October night, pouring its feint light upon a teenage girl and casting her shadow before her. Raven would be sitting on top of a monumental tombstone, her legs crossed and her eyes glued to her hardcover. The title of the book could be read from atleast two meters away due to 'Edgar A. Poe ', being etched into the leatherly flesh of the mohagany colored book with bold ebon lettering, the font appearing as if Raven had carved the title in herself with her Divine Val. It was the peak of twilight, the night still and eerie with the occasional cawing of nearby ravens breaking the silence from the sole, shedding tree that stood in the center of the graveyard. Light mist loomed over the cemetary as if it were a blanket covering the rows upon rows of those who had perished. As Raven went to turn the page, the eastbound breeze would transverse across the plane, flipping a number of pages in rapid succession while causing Raven's hair and the tree's branches to rhytmically sway from left to right as if they were in tune with one another. The crisp howl of the autumn night's wind soothed Raven's ears as she looked for the last page she was on before the natural outburst, then resumed her reading session. If she wasn't within the confines of her room meditating or at the training ground fine tuning her skills for battle, you could most definetly find her in the most ominous settings , isolated from the world. For most her ideal locations for relaxation would seem frightening , leading her to like them even more for which no one ever dared to venture into them...
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