"Eyes of a raven
Hair of a crow
I come to you often
From down below.
My voice soft
As the wispering rain
I promise for ever
I'll bring you great pain."


These words repeated many times rang throughout the mountians.A small light could be seen though.But only if you stood at the very bottom.The bluish fire roared in a deep pit of rocks.A girl dance around it her beautiful voice carryed though the mountains yyet again singing:

"My soul is lonley
In need of confort
Please come to me
For I am in woe
My Eyes of raven
My skin o snow.
Please help
For I am in woe."