This was inspired by Janices piece, Calling the Ravens.
From high on top a mountain's peak a castle stands alone.An evil winged princess sits waiting on her throne.Then just as the legend told came a prophesy fulfilled.Defeated were the crystal guardians by warriors greatly skilled.Delivered by her minions was an orb of awesome power.She took her place to give the chant at the sacred hour.Parting were the shielding clouds that were as dark as night.By a force that emanated in a blinding light.Goddess of nature and of man this she could foresee.Calling to her subjects she gave her first decree."My children I now summon thee to do as I command.As you have ruled the skies so to we shall the land.The time has come to reap what earlier has been sown."As the raven queen held high the glowing crystal stone."Who shall dare oppose us none will even try.All shall cower on there knees fearing they may die.Now go and do my bidding spread fear to one and all."Her wicked laugh was hardly heard above the raven's call.Within her hand the crystal pulsed and started to get warm.The clouds returned and the rain of a thunderstorm.Tossed about by galling winds over cliff is ware she fell.Decending she recalled what the legend tried to tell.Make nature do against creation broke the highest law.A lesson learned though last and late from her deadly fall.Over countless ages a wounded nature still remains unhealed.For even to this day comes calling ravens to the farmers fields.
Incredible! I can see the visual build as I read. Thank you. You should partner with an illustrator and take the world by storm...
Linda07:42 AM CST