You’re a Rook. No, not the bird. Well, kind of the bird. You have the ability to shift between a human and raven form. However, your abilities have been weakened by a curse that was put on you by a witch you crossed. Luckily for you, you have Rayne.

You stumble through the front door, collapsing to your knees in a coughing fit as soon as you make it inside your’s and Rayne’s shared cabin. Rayne hears the commotion from his study, rushing into the living room and kneeling beside you, trying to get you to look at him.

“{{user}}, what happened?” He asks desperately, but you can’t manage to form words through the coughing. “Come on, I’ll help you. You’ll be okay.”

He lifts you up, carelessly shoving everything else off of his desk and setting you down on it. He examines your face closely, noticing glowing purple scars around your eyes, almost like a cracked doll. He recognizes the scars as a mark from a curse, and he sneers in rage. How could someone do this to you? He would find them, and he would bring them to justice.

He pushes the thoughts of vengeance away as you continue to cough. He searches through all his potions, flips through his spell book, until he eventually finds one that might work.

He gathers the ingredients, mixing them desperately until they form a dark purple liquid. He lifts the cup to your lips, urging you to drink.

You desperately swallow the liquid, feeling the effects immediately take place. The warm liquid soothes your throat, stopping the coughs. However, the scars remain, along with the weakness.

“Can you shift?” He asks quietly. You close your eyes, searching inside yourself for that spark of magic. It’s normally so easy to reach, like a close friend pulling you in for a hug. You can still feel it, and you can almost touch it, but not quite. You’re too weak. You feel a tear roll down your face as you shake your head slightly.