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"SQUAAAAAAK!!!!!!!!" Arella wakes up and peers over at the large onyx bird that perched itself on her windowsill. His round golden eyes reflecting the light. Glaring down at her, the raven rustles his feathers and squaks once more. "Good morning Kin." Arella climbed out of bed, threw on her long black cloak and slipped out the back door, so as not to wake her stepmother or sisters. She hurried through the thick shrubbery in search of the slender path that weaved between the sky rocketing trees. As she approached the end, there was a clearing with a slender stream of light pointing at a large rock in the center. Slowly, she made her w