The Raven's War
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By the light of the dark eclipse the ultimate war claimed the blood of both sides. Spirits and demons of all sizes, forms, and power fought with passion like tomorrow would never come. They fought by aura. They fought by tooth and claw. They fought by magic. They fought by weapons. By fire. By water. By earth. By sky. By storms. By voice. By light. By every way imaginable they fought. The unique might of differing beings was unleashed. Storms raged. Mountains rose like hungry beasts. Spikes jutted out of the ground and pierced through the hearts of demons and spirits alike. The very land itself changed its shape and form according to their whims. Lightning fell to the ground as abundant as rain in a flood, leaving the ground shattered beneath its wake and stained with blood. Veril and Star Chaser's hooves struck white flame and stardust as their sheer size shook the earth. The sound of their herd's hooves was like thunder abusing the land. Unfortunate demons became trampled and forever lost in the sea of divine horses. A forest of thick strangling vines sprouted from the soil by Hira's command and seized enemies to pull them to their doom. The battle spread for miles and miles almost as endless as the very sky. From the air, ground, water, and even beneath the earth a battle among battles clashed with more anger than a hurricane. The mountaintop beneath her feet trembled by the might of the battle. Lilac fluttered about Haze's head as she faced her demonic rival. The woman before her held her ghastly flute-like instrument carved of bone in her long, clawed fingers. She cackled as she tossed her hair shimmering like dark snake scales and put the mouthpiece to her lips, momentarily revealing a glimmer of fangs. Dark eyes sparkled with cruel humor and she played a haunting and hypnotizing tune as eerily mournful as a phantom's voice. The melody danced out the tiny skull's mouth fixed to the end of her instrument. Such a tune could have summoned the ghosts from their graves or intangible demons of hell from the dead. Such a tune could have lulled an entire town of mortals to their deaths.
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The last surviving member of the Snowsong, an ancient bloodline all but smothered by a warlock sided with demons, must enter the forest of the infamous, dark raven prince, Raven Yatagarasu, in order to keep the Soul Gem safe from the warlock's greedy hands. Prince Raven is under the curse of his traitor father and is isolated from his kingdom until the curse is broken. The guardian of the Soul Gem makes a deal with the mysterious cat spirit, Hibar, to rid the raven prince of his curse. Meanwhile, chaos is raging as an ancient and horrible demon is breaking free from imprisonment. Can Ona Snowsong save Raven Yatagarasu in time before the demon breaks free so that the true power of this mysterious cat spirit can be unsealed in order to stop the demon from destroying all life? Time is running out as the demons and spirits prepare for the ultimate war that will decide the fate of the tangible and intangible realms and the power of Hibar's bloodline plays a large role in which side will claim victory. Prince Raven is convinced that he is destined to die from the curse. Will Ona be able to convince him otherwise and pull him out of his curse's darkness in time to restore Hibar's true strength and win the most devastating of wars in history?
About the Author
I am Patricia LeAne Owens, a seventeen-year-old currently a senior in high school in Tennessee. I was born in Monroe, LA on February 4, 1992, and adopted by Robert and Patricia Owens when I was two days old. It has always been my desire to become a writer and an artist so that I could put my imagination to use. My birth mom was a student of my adoptive mom when she taught in a nursing school. My adoptive parents were longing to adopt a child because they couldn't have any of their own. When my birth mom called and asked if they wanted to adopt, they said yes and took me home when I was two days old. They then adopted my brother three years later. He died November 2008, at age thirteen when he decided to play with a gun. I hope that others learn not to toy around with dangerous weapons so that they can be safe from the same fate.