Arella walked slowly through the halls, wandering one of the galleries in Azarath. She suddenly stopped, one particular painting catching her eye.

She didn’t notice you e eyed, she didn’t notice you walk over, and she didn’t notice you stand just behind her looked at the painting.

On the painting was a white dove, trapped in a cage with a white rose, tainted by blood. And a small, injured raven. A red and black dragon circling the two with an evil snarl.

“Raven…” She quietly mumbled.