Ashes of Revenge

Blood and death.

Those were the things the creature loved to smell at the brink of dawn.

The Monstro raven flew over the dark and dreary town. Its red beady eyes observed the corpses that littered the grey dirt - both of inhumane Monstros and of more humane species. Its four decrepit wings flapped against the dark grey sky, adding another noise besides screams and cries to the air.

Food, it thought.

It began to circle when it saw the Tavern which held three guests who always rose with the sun. The three were different species than the Kingdom in which they stayed.

The raven parted its beak, exposing its pointed teeth as it wondered if their carcasses would taste different than Monstro bodies.

Its curiosity shattered when fresh flesh wafted up to it and it spotted its breakfast. A bloody victim crawled through the mud. The bird smelled what species he was: Mundus. The girl of the three had the same scent. One of its questions was about to come to fruition.

Food!