The Prince and the Raven: Chapter OneChapter OneDarkness is BanishedOnce upon a time, there was a king and a queen who wanted a child more than any treasure in the world. But when a prince was at last born to the aging couple, they learned that his fate would be to protect all weak things even at the cost of his life. Mime, the old king of the land, stared into the face of his dearest friend, feeling in that moment the full burden of a heavy heart. They had been through much together. Many wars. Too many, if he was honest. And he did always try to be honest, just as the man before him did. It was because of this that his next question was so entirely hollow and lackluster. "You are certain?"The Court Mage, with his long flowing beard that touched the carpeted floor, nodded solemnly. He was a haggard man. Life, and the Sight that he possessed, had weighed with him over the years. "I am afraid there can be no doubt. Your son shall grow into a man who loves everyone.
Bedtime StoryBEDTIME STORYBy Moon Shadow Magic"Tell me about the Prince," begged the boy for the umpteenth time in umpteen evenings.The man didn't even bother to sigh. His adopted son was obviously determined to come to terms with his parents' fate, and hearing about the heartless Prince who could defeat the Monster Raven-- especially at bedtime-- seemed to soothe him.Of course, they both knew the story by heart. D. D. Drosselmeyer, local author, had had the knack of taking old tales and legends, songs and traditions, no matter how obscure or incomprehensible, and forging them into new shapes. Well, maybe not new; but there were always twists and meanings that made sense of things half- remembered from childhood. His best books were always a satisfying read... until the last chapter, of course. Not a one had a happy ending for anyone but Drosselmeyer, who seemed to have enjoyed tragedy in a disturbingly twisted way. The last few stories he'd written managed to seamlessly weave the calamity in w
Prinz und Rabe: PrologueAuthor’s Note [Waifine]: The events of this Prologue are meant to accompany the illustration in The Prince and the Raven of a little boy listening attentively at the feet of an old man. Episode: Three....“Once upon a time…”No. I must go further back. Or rather, I must go some ways forward, to this story’s source. Not the source of the events. Dear me, no. Those I shall reserve for the chapters ahead. No. I mention the source from which I first heard this extraordinary narrative. To you I am Herr Drosselmeyer, he who shall go down in history as the artist who outdid his fellows and kinsmen, the brothers Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. Believe me, I know.I wrote it to be so.However, I digress. Or rather, I progress too far.I shall, for the moment, pause at a time between Once Upon and my own illustrious rise to literary mastery: I was some ten years of age when I met Herr Source – his identity shall becom