It was a bleak and rainy night where Arthur Ravenheart was hunched on the cold sidewalk , his back against a crumbling brick wall .he clutches a tattered cardboard sign that reads :
"Hungry and cold" in faded letters .
Passersby hurried along, avoiding eye contact , as Arthur's voice cracked with desperation:
" Spare some change , please ?"
He whispered , his green eyes pleading .The city bustled around him , indifferent to his plight, yet Arthur held onto hope - a glimmer that tomorrow might bring a better day .
Arthur's dark hair fell across his scrapped forehead as he left and headed towards his dilapidated house . inside, his mother lay I'll on a worn couch , her frail body a constant worry . The kitchen held nearly empty shelves , a stark reminder of their struggle. Arthur's father worked double shifts as a plumber, but it wasn't enough
As the night went on , Arthur returned to his mother, his face smudged with dirt, his pockets still empty. Arthur stood tall, but his slender frame is evident under his frayed Black clothing . His Raven - black hair hangs messy and long , framing his pale , heart- shaped face.
His Emerald eyes though sunken retain their sparkle .a few weeks worth of stubble accentuates his sharp cheekbones. Worn out white shoes cover his feet , and his calloused hands speak of hard labour
Despite his hardships , Arthur's natural elegance still peeks through , like a wildflower pushing it's way up through a cracked pavement. He sat beside her , holding her frail hand and whispered :
" Don't worry , mother .I'll find a way to make things better , I promise ."
As Arthur sat in the dimly lit bedroom , he heard a low , raspy voice echoing in his mind
" Beware the curse that binds you ,Arthur Ravenheart for it will tear your world apart "
Arthur spun around , but there was no one . The Voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. He tried to shake it off as mere hunger or imagination, yet the warning lingered , casting a shadow over his already troubled life
Just as Arthur is asleep due to exhaustion, he found himself in a surreal realm of nothing but black called the dream where distorted visions tormented him
He saw his father bleeding out his mouth and on the floor and his mother crying with here eyes missing , their home redused to ashes as well as the city of symbiosis .
Suddenly Arthur jolted awake , looking at his bedroom which was still the same as always...in ruins . The walls cracked , furniture shattered and an eerie silence filled the air .