Raven came to with the distinct feeling that one would have when they woke from a falling nightmare. She stared at the light sky for many minutes before finally deciding to sit up.
The grass below her was soft, a deep green that made her feel just a little better about the nightmare. Raven touched her head gently, as if she could tell something had happened, but couldn't place the thing that had happened.
Her temples stung when her fingers made contact, but she chalked it up to another night of restlessness.
It wasn't uncommon for the girl to have just slept outside, preferring it to the confines of her third story room, but something was bugging her. Something wasn't right.
Where was her parents home?
Why hadn't her sister woken her when she woke at the first peaks of dawn?
Soul, as her sister always told Raven to call her, was an early riser. And Raven was the only one who really took care of Soul. The two girls father worked all the time, and their mother could have cared less, as long as they didn't bother her while she was on the computer doing who knew what.
Anne Beth was her real name, Ravens sister. Raven couldn't bring herself to call her sister by such a name though.
Raven took a short breath, looking around once more.
No tall and imposing house.
No Soul to wake her up.
Where was she?
Raven looked and looked, but the only thing she saw was forest. Miles and miles of forest and plains. Raven could hear the birds and animals of the forest chattering back and forth indistinguishably.
Finally, Raven stood, and began walking. Her clothes were stained red, another warning flag. But it didn't register to Raven that there was blood on her. The shirt did not cling to the girl, and she even felt slightly uncomfortable in the shirt.
Her shoulders ached as she moved them, as if someone had repeatedly punched her as hard as they could. She reached an arm back, feeling at her back for any reason for her shirt to be pulled so snugly, and found the reason almost immediately.

Raven had wings.
© Karia FelWell