And was that human trapped inside his house with a knotted tattoo on his back? No, but this couldn't be a coincidence. Yet I still didn't know how they were related.
I left this room and headed for the next, but the only things inside it were toppled bricks on one half of the room and a lone child-sized shoe on the other. The odd combination skittered up the nerves along my back. No symbols marked the walls, so I headed for the stairs leading to the first floor.
Papers littered the steps, and black ink bleeding through to the back of one of them caught my eye. I flipped it over with the toe of my shoe. A child's drawing of a raven stared back with one eye.
Okay, Dad, I got it. No need to hit me over the head with this Corvusaven stuff.
The myth said that when Corvus flew back to Apol
