(Placeholder image) (4TH BOOK OF THE CRYPTIC SERIES) An ever sunny kingdom. A world bursting with magic from outside and within. A world of dragons, spirits, humans or skin-takers. Such a big world, such a small place. All of it handing to one little creature of the gods. Just a crow ---------- "Just what are you?" After having seen what she could do, no queen, no person, would ever think this young woman is who she claims to be. Her husband had not dared to speak like she had. Said young woman just smiled her ever intocication smile, violet eyes shimmering with calm amusement as she twirled to face her. A hand brought to her chest, a foot shifted back, a courtsie. "I am nothing special my queen." The young woman said, looking up, ever wrapped in mystery. "Just a crow." ---------- In a world of magic and void. A world of discovery and myths. Sat a lone little bird that seen it all. But they were nothing special. Just a crow.