The Old Raven

She was seen as different to the others. Whether it be her midnight black hair and paled appearance, or her fascination with sorcery and it's own being. She was named a Raven: A creature who was feared and disliked, always pushed forth towards the consistance of unwant and or need. She was lonely. So lonely, and no one could ever see such because of her dark compared to their light. 

She wanted someone to understand her. She wanted to feel loved. She wanted vengeance towards all that bestowed her with humility.  So as time continued on, she watched- she waited- for the young princess that could possibly show her all she desired. With a gift of a poisoned spindle, the Old Raven was set to shower the kingdom's light in the darkness they had given her.