As the night deepened, Raven woke up in a dream. His sight was enveloped in darkness, and yet the lone form of the dark fairy mother peered at him through the abyss. Burning silver and fuming dark, she reached out to his body and touched him by his heart.
"You've made your mark," she said, drawing her hand back.
Confused by her words, Raven reached outward and asked back.
"What mark?" Umbra's lips parted to answer, but as a pair of bony chains came from behind, she pressed them close. Wrapping around her neck, the chains served as a warning–of what and from who? Even that she could not answer. "What's going on? Why did you bring me here again?"
The chain loosened a little, and Umbra could speak again.
