Entering in the throne room, with the resonant sounds of her gait, the Queen of Ravens had a fierce look on her face. She was pale and cold. Her appearance was the definition of utter fear and brutality. The merriment of the Kingdom had converted to darkness. One day, she summoned all the sorcerers of the Kingdom and demanded the future of her reign. They all claimed that they foresee something that once spoken will be considered as an Act of Blasphemy towards her Majesty. As she considered herself to be a Goddess. But the bitter reality was that she was an oppressive queen of her terrain. Only the Merlin’s Apprentice had the courage to spit out what was his perception of the queen’s future. He said: ‘Your pride hath a fall; thy son of Adam of blue eyes as the Caribbean ocean, shall put an end to your wicked reign.’ Then followed a stream of fire towards him through the gilded wand of the wretched Queen. His soul Ascended at the spot. And then the queen ordered her villainous troops to end every infant born with the eyes of which the apprentice spoke. And then started the bloodshed. But meanwhile this execution of poor souls, during the war of good and evil did the Queen find a King of the Southern Isles who was a gallant warrior and the owner of a high moral character. She was so beautiful that he saved her and brought her to his castle. But he never knew about the content of her heart. Dark. Mysterious and brutal. They fell in love and wanted to be betrothed. It was the love the Queen had ever wished of and the King found her admirable in her unpredictability. But in their long exchange of words did the Gallant warrior know how brutal she is. So, he went into her chamber one day and asked her to close her eyes. He ran his fingers through her raven colored hair making her feel like she is everything he thinks about; then, he choked her and she stared in his fierce deep blue eyes. Choked her to death. To end this villainous reign of dark and opaque persecution. He saved the land and the merriment was restored.