• Masked Raven

    Chap 1
    Who am I

    Little boy: “Nana! Nana! Please tell use the story”
    Little girl: “Yeah please tell use the story”
    Nana: “Well what story would that be, my children.”
    Little girl: “The one about the girl that does not like masks or the thought about them.”
    Nana: “You want me to tell you the story of the little girl that did not like who she was.”
    Both children: “ Yes! Yes! That one! That one!

    Nana: “Well it all starts with this girl about 15 years old and she is fast asleep under this tree that is so beautiful. The story takes place in this child’s head.

    I have found myself in this dark and painfully familiar to my memory. This place has put one thing in its surrounding and that would be violet mist. The mist is so thick that you could not even se your hand in front of your face.

    I am walking alone on this path that leads me to the light at the end of the tonal but the problem is how long is the tonal. If I were to walk of the path I would be stuck in a never-ending fall.

    I walk for a few minutes on the path. In the distance I see this black figure standing in front of me. As I get closer and closer it turns out to be Vivian, my mask of sorrow and pain. She has one angel wing that is still is of use will they other is no longer there. She has this dress that dances along with her every movement. It is a light sky blue but with a hint of light yellow. She has a half hallow as well that still shines like the sun.

    I move on in the mist and see two figures that look like they could be sisters. One is anger they other confusion. They may be sisters but they are two different masks completely. Angers real name is Hera and confusion is Luna. Hera has demon horns that are blood shot red with the tips white, the only part of her that is. She has one eye, the right one, that is rose red and they other is sky blue. She black leather clothing that fits tightly to her body. She also has a demon tail coming out of her back end and she caries a bloody scythe around with her. Luna, on they other hand, has a cloud above her head that represents the confusion that she gives me and the bigger the cloud gets, the more confused she gets. She has a pink violet colour dress that has very few blades on it, with the exception of some cuts in the dress. She has one rose red eye, left one, and they other is sky blue. She holds her hands in front of her with her fingers in a shape of a sphere.

    These two leave me without giving me a second look. I see in the mist but yet another figure. This time it locks monsters. This time it is the mask of hatred, jealousy and unforgiveness. This mask has no name because any name I would give it would make it less monsters then what it is so I would have to name it “the devils mask.” The mask has these grotesque horns that has grown on it, from its head to Timbuktu. It has these demonic blood shot red eyes. It has more muscles then I can count in my head. They only thing that is holding it down is four chains made of reinforced steal. That has held for several years. If anybody were to have this thing in his or her head, except for me, they would not last 1 ms.

    I leave the beast there and walk off. I see the mask of tears run by me and stop just a few feet away and howl at the sky. The mask of tears is represented by a wolf. The wolf is snow white in colour. The wolf is tears, for the fact that they always howl at the moon but this one is alone. All it ever does is sit down on its hind legs and cry, cry for the moon, cry for Luna, cry for the sack of crying. The worst part of the wolf mask is when it cries I fell very badly about the smallest thing.

    The wolf runs away crying at nothing. In the distance I see an owl and I think what it would represent in my head. I found out that it represents knowledge, the owl of knowledge, no the mask of knowledge. The owl is a dark brown that has black lines on its wings and some site of grey as well. It has these eyes, popping eyes, which are a piercing black when it looks at you.

    The owl flies away. In the mist I see this huge, Gigantic person. It turns out to be the mask of Emotion, who’s name I have not found out but I call her “The Mask of Explosion.” She looks like the goddess of nature, her hair has branches and flowers in it but it changes to blazing fire, ice cold and bright lights. She is dressed in a nice green dress with the edges of it in brown but it changes to. It goes to blood shot red, light blue cold ice and into a small fairy coated in a golden light. You may think that she is nice but you are dead wrong. She is the worst one of them all. If she got out of control I would go insane, has in all of my mask would show all within one second. That is why she is contained in a diamond-reinforced steel that cages her in so that she cannot get out.

    As I leave her their, there is this little girl that comes up to me. She tells me to have hope and not to give up. I realize the little girl was hope otherwise known has Gabrielle. She has her hair down and white dress that would tell her apart from ever other mask. She also has an overcoat that she hides one hand in. If she would have to fight for some reason she would remove the coat and run at the person at full speed.

    As I turn to see her, she is already gone out of site. So I move on in my head. I see a beautiful angel that comes strait to me, from they sky, she is the angel or mask of joy, happiness and forgiveness. Her name is Sunrise. She has two perfectly rounded angel wings, a halo that shines in the light like a diamond in a ring. She has a diamond coated pearl white dress that moves in the wind when she flies but the bad part is she is as big as my hand. This is a result has to why I do not smile, don’t laugh; she is mostly composed of forgiveness than anything else.

    She leaves me and now I am alone in the mist once again. In the distance I hear a roar. So I start to run. The roar gets closer, and closer. Then the creature jumps on me and just stares into my eyes and after a few minute it likes me.

    I think why would there be a Bangle tiger in my head. I think while looking at it. I realize that it was courage that I have names Dali. She will al ways be the mask that if I needed to out of trouble I could always count on her. Dali is a sunburst orange with black, pearl black stripes. When I move left, she moves left so I get the feeling that she will fallow me wherever I go.

    I move on with Dali, and see Saphire the mask of strenght and his dragon that represents mystery and religion. Saphire is wearing a jewel infested golden crown. He has no shirt on but he has a cloak and leather, louse pants on. The colour of his cloak is blue and light blue. His dragon is blue with a hint of white. The dragon is religion because of what I believe in. I believe in magic and that nothing is extinct, just gone for a long time. The mask of mystery is also the dragon because dragons are still a mystery as to if they exist or not.