This is the beginning of a story. Synopsis: At midnight, five teenagers inexplicably decide to follow a raven...
Rosalie could not sleep. She tossed and turned; images of an unfamiliar wood, flashes of running children and the flutter of wings clashed against the darkness of her deep sleep, breaking up her visions. With a gasp she shot up, and as the dreams began to seep from her mind she slowly recognised her surroundings: her wallpaper, her belongings, her bed. Picking up her mobile phone, the clock on the screen flashed: 00:00. "An odd time to wake up," she thought.
She turned to the window to see it had been left open during the night. The winds blew her curtains wildly, and through the gaps, an unfamiliar blackness was noticeable on a branch outside the window. Intrigued, she slipped out of bed and wandered over to investigate.
Rosalie had lazily left on her make-up from the day before and walking closer to the window she dug the lumps of eyeliner out of her inner eye with her fingers. Reaching the windowsill she looked out at the mysterious black bundle on the branch, when it shifted and two cold eyes were pointed directly on her.
Startled, her body jumped with adrenalin, but looking once more it was clear that the something on the tree was not fearsome at all, but actually a bird. The bird, in fact, the raven that was perched on a barren branch outside her bedroom stared at her intently, as if to say "Follow me, Rosalie".
Rosalie didn't spare a thought to the fact she was in pyjamas, or was grateful she had decided to wear a long trouser and shirt combination, rather than shorts and tank top; she thoughtlessly tiptoed out of her room, down the stairs, slipped on her trainers, absent-mindedly threw on her jacket and left the house. She glanced upwards to the gnarled tree, the Raven looking down upon her with an upturned beak, almost smile-like. Then, he spread his ebony wings and flew off into the night with Rosalie walking somnambulistically behind.
