In his sleep, Raven found himself walking down a dark path. There was nothing in front of him and yet he felt drawn to finish that journey. Wandering like a hermit, he felt days, weeks and years pass, and only then did he arrive at the cliff that peered down into insanity. Reaching from the darkness was a pair of dark hands that melted into the background and were barely visible to him.
Following the outline of the limbs, he tried to leap back but couldn't. Reaching for him the hands dragged into the dark pit and there he felt cold and saw a pair of silver eyes peering back at him.
"How curious…" The commanding voice of a female muttered out to him. Her eyes glittered like glaciers under the sun while peering into Raven's eyes. "I thought you were Nightsilver when you first touched my great-great granddaughter's rifle."