It was Summer time in the Southern kingdom. The crows were crowing and the ravens were raving and everything seemed as it always had been. Some reports of a mad prophet's prophesy circulated even among the birds. The king and his court were pompous about their opulence; they thought they'd tide over the prophesied drought without much difficulty. The birds had their fill from the palace trash and they never complained. However, all was not well within the Raven kingdom. Some ravens were getting together for a meeting, later that day. Sabel, the senior raven was lost in thought as she took a trot to the branch on which her nest was. All the ancient stories told of ravens as the ones helping the bad ones, creating omens and destroying hope as such. She couldn't remember one good ending to any of the Raven history. She was content with not being part of anything dark and had carefully warned her little ones to stay out of trouble. She flew in search of food that day bearing i