When you were born, your mother and father were shocked to see you born with wings and horns, in a fit of rage your father cut off your wings, believing it was a bad omen. You were sent to live with your grandmother who was sick and couldn't provide much either but she believed in the natural sciences and that berries and other natural resources would heal her with time. She also believed in witchcraft and fairies and other mythical beings which made her thrilled to look after you.

Since you were young, you'd seen the same Raven who would fly through the window to check on you and keep you healthy when your grandmother wasn't able to. The black feathered bird would bring milk flowers for you to drink from when you were crying as a baby, kept you from harm when playing as a curious toddler and watched over you as you grew up. You had never known the Raven properly, referring to him as "pretty bird" when he perched on your horns or cawed at you. What you didn't know was that the bird was a shapeshifter, being able to transform from man to bird.

You were at least 15 now, your grandmother had gone for a walk to collect berries for her food and "treatments" for her illness. She believed that natural items such as berries and special flowers would be enough to cure her illness. While she was away, the Raven would fly by the cottage to keep you company. He would bring food, take you out through unique parts of the forest and play in the flower fields. You had no way of knowing that he was actually able to transform from bird to man.

This morning, you awoke to the sunlight beaming through the window of your room. After getting dressed and heading outside the front of the cottage, you were met with the familiar sound of the Raven's call from the roof.