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A White Raven
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A white cloaked figure silently walked down the barren sidewalks of Jump City. The bright white of the cloak was illuminated by the shine of the pale moon, which hung high in the night sky, casting it's silver shine down on the empty streets. No one was out at this time of evening, so the figure didn't feel the need to hide in the shadows as she normally would. Despite the radiance of her robe in the moonlight, the shadows still seemed to hang about her, clinging to her wherever they could; it was almost as if they tried to drag her into them. She was their master after all, yet she silently resisted, completely unaware of the battle she had won by merely pacing down the street.
It seemed that with each step she took, another memory would surface to her conscious. Nearly all of them aroused inner pain, but she would simply overpower them with the memories that made her happiest. Yet they kept flooding in, memories of all the terrible things that were prophesized to happen in her life,