Blackfeather Woods to hear the softly spoken magic spell

The borders were fortified; their numbers grew with faces he would slowly come to know, and all was well. Titmouse was oblivious to the dangers that had been present during the past few days. There were strange smells all over, but he attributed these scents to the myriad of bodies that the forest had collected. His mind was focused on mapping the tunnels.

As he finally emerged and was greeted by dim daylight, Titmouse noticed something else. There was a renewed energy to the woods; the ravens were calling from the tree tops, cackling at one another, dive-bombing roosts and generally causing a ruckus. Intrigued by this, Titmouse began to drift through the trees until he was in the heart of the chaos - but he wasn't alone.

The flurry of wings seemed endless. The closer Tit got to the center of the swarming ravens, the clearer the laughter became - and it bordered on maniacal. But it wasn't the collective voices of the birds, it was more familiar than that.

It was Maegi.