As the son of the Evil King, Raven had been told that his fate was sealed. That, one day, he was to poison the son of another king, and make him fall into a deep slumber, only to be defeated by the good guys. The heroes of the story. And then, his life was going to be spent rotting inside a magic mirror, where his father is being kept. That's it. That was what his destiny was supposed to be, as soon as he signed the pledge that would be his downfall.

With a deep breath, Raven opened the grand doors to the school, walking inside one step at a time. People looked at him- really looked at him, like he would start shooting magic spells left and right. Please, he could barely keep on with his own magic studies; he was not on that level. All that he could do was... to look down. Down to the floor, and take yet another deep breath. That's... alright.

"Breathe, Raven... it could be worse..."

He told himself in a murmur, attempting to stay focused on the positive. Otherwise, he might just lose his head right there and then.