Raven
The nearly-full moon was already hanging high in the night sky by the time I slipped out of my room, my modern clothes feeling oddly uncomfortable around my body. The jeans were snug, hugging my legs in a way that felt unexpectedly restricting, and the black sweater was soft but a little too thin for the biting chill of the night air.
“Goddess, have I really been here long enough to forget how to wear modern clothes?” I hissed, tugging uncomfortably at my jeans as I quickly stole through the dark castle.
Stepping out into the night air, I navigated toward the rendezvous point Neil had written about in his note. Midnight. The southern gate. Do not be seen.
The southern gate came into view faster than I expected, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across th
