1 Chapter 1- The Tale <RE-EDIT>

It was a cold morning, even though it was near the end of winter, wearing a fur coat was still necessary. Upon a hill was a small wooden cottage, its chimney puffing smoke as the old lady living in it was preparing a nice meal. The house was quite small, with everything one would need. It was designed to fit a family of 4 yet, only 2 lived in the cozy house. The wooden stairs that led to the two small bedrooms upstairs creaked as a small boy make his way down the steps one by one with his small bare feet. He walked over to the doorway of the small kitchen where the old lady had her arched back turned while hovering over a pot of boiling soup. The boy stared at the old lady for a moment before speaking.

"Granny..." He said in a small voice that sounded like he just woke up.

The old lady took a while to turn around fully since she had to take small steps. She had her gray hair in a bun with a furry blanket that covers her thin shivering shoulders. The Granny had her eyes closed, only opening them the slightest when she had to, it was almost like if she was to open her eyes they might be blinded by the lights, even with her eyes closed most of the time she always seems to know where she was going and where to look at, nothing goes notice even with her eyes not visible.

"Why are you up so early Raven?" The boy's Granny said in a small voice. "My, it's still cold even if it's the end of winter my boy, how can you dress so lightly in that loose T-shirt." The Granny made her way slowly out of the kitchen while keeping her hands behind her back as if she was holding herself up. The boy's Granny may look old unlike other children's parents in the village, but he loved her all the same. She was wise, and a fun person to talk with. The granny took the small brown fur coat off the coatrack and made her way back to the boy. The young boy seems to know what to do as he raises his arms above his head as his Granny slipped the coat on him.

"Granny...I dreamed of mother again..." The little boy name Raven said as he struggled a little to climb onto the tall wooden chairs of the dining table. His Granny brought two teacups out of the wooden cabinets in the kitchen along with a teapot of hot tea.

"You dreamed of your mother again?" She said, setting a cup down in front of him and pouring the tea into his cup. The expression on the boy was grim for someone who was only 4, the boy's long wavy black hair would cover his large round violet eyes if he were to dip down. His dark hair color made his pale skin seem smooth and flawless. His Granny settled down in the chair across from him, pouring herself a cup as well. "Tell me about your dream." His Granny said sitting back.

The little boy looked up to his Granny before taking the cup of tea into his small hands.

"I can't see her face clearly...but she was screaming...she sounded like she was in pain..." Raven stopped before taking a peek at his Granny who sat calmly with all her attention on him. He glanced back down again at his tea with a troubled expression. "I'm scared, Granny..." He finished.

His Grandma chuckled, standing up from her chair again she went over to the window and pulled the curtain aside, letting the morning light stream into the dimly lighted house. She had a smile that reflected the sun but there seemed to be a hint of sadness behind them. She took her seat once more at the square dining table.

"Why don't I tell you a story, my boy." She said taking a sip of the tea out of her cup.

"A story?" Raven repeated, not sure where his Granny was going and what this has to do with his mother, who he has never seen before.

"Yes...a tragic yet beautiful story." His granny added.

Raven leaned a bit forward seeming a bit happier than he was a moment ago. "I like stories, especially if they are from you, Granny." There was a small smile on the boy's face and a twinkle in his large bright eyes. His Granny smiled and directed her face towards the open window, the bright blue sky cast its rays upon her. "What is this one called? Granny? Is it like the other ones you told me?"

"No dear, it's not like those others I've told you, it's more like...a legend." His Granny said with a warm smile, turning back to the excited boy, whose dream was far gone from his mind. "As for what it's called..."

She turned back to the sky once more. "Let's call it, The Tales of Fate."