(𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏🩶🌙

☽ 𝐏 𝐨 𝐰 𝐞 𝐫 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐒 𝐞 𝐜 𝐫 𝐞 𝐭 𝐬 ☾

Raven's Perspective

The night is calm and dark, the city sleeping beneath a blanket of silence. The light of the moon casts faint shadows on the old, cobbled streets. I’ve decided it’s time to seek answers to the questions that haunt me.

My heart isn’t pounding solely because of the darkness and quiet around me. No, it’s more than that. The thought of telling Elara about my powers unsettles me. What if she doesn’t understand? What if I’m just… broken? I’ve grown so used to being wolfless that this sudden change feels like rediscovering a part of myself—a part I’ve always wanted but am only now meeting.

With a final glance at the silver moonlight gently dancing through the trees, I make my way to Lady Elara’s house.

Her home is tucked away, in a quiet corner of the city, exuding an aura of the old world. The facade is painted in soft greens, and the window light flickers gently in the dark. I knock softly on the large oak door, waiting anxiously. After a moment, the door opens a crack, and Lady Elara peers out with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Raven? At this late hour?” she asks, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. “What brings you here?”

“I need your help,” I say as I cautiously step inside. “It’s something... magical. Something I don’t understand, and I thought you might be able to help.”

Lady Elara smiles kindly and gestures for me to follow her into her study, which is filled with an air of nostalgia and mystery. The walls are lined with shelves overflowing with ancient books and scrolls. A large, dark desk sits at the center of the room, scattered with old manuscripts, an ancient lamp, and various mysterious artifacts.

“Sit,” Lady Elara says, settling behind her desk. “Tell me everything.”

I sink into one of the comfortable leather chairs and begin recounting my recent discoveries. “A few days ago, I started noticing a strange glow in my eyes. My golden irises seem to pulse, and a hint of violet shimmers within. It feels as though this violet energy is flowing out of me, but I can’t fully grasp what it means.”

“I’ve discovered my inner wolf. Her name is Nymeria,” I continue. Elara looks at me, confused. “That’s impossible,” she says, “you’ve always been wolfless. Althea said so.”

“When I was a child, my grandparents took in my brothers to protect us from a looming danger. I was left alone, and ever since then, I hadn’t truly felt Nymeria. Now she’s back, and I feel a strong connection to her, along with this new power.”

“Tell me more about these powers,” Lady Elara prompts, listening intently. “How does it feel to control this energy?”

I close my eyes and concentrate before demonstrating the violet energy. Slowly, I let it flow into my hands, and the gentle violet glow begins to pulse. The air around me seems to thicken, and small sparks dance across my fingertips.

“It’s as though my entire being resonates with this violet fire,” I say, as I show Lady Elara the energy. “It feels like every cell in my body hums in harmony with this new power.”

Lady Elara gazes at the violet light pulsing from my hands. Her eyes narrow, and for a moment, I see a deep, almost unsettling thoughtfulness in her gaze. “This power...” she murmurs before refocusing on me. “It’s rarer than I thought. There are barely any records, but in ancient texts, it’s described as both a blessing and a curse.” Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant. “Raven, are you sure you’re ready to carry this?”

Lady Elara watches me closely and nods. “This is remarkable,” she says. “Have you told Cassian about your discovery yet?”

“No, we had a huge fight, and I probably won’t tell him,” I reply. “He seems to be withdrawing and has distanced himself from me. I don’t think he would understand or accept my revelation.”

Lady Elara frowns and leans back. “Cassian hasn’t been the same since his parents died. He carries a heavy burden and has emotionally withdrawn. His behavior is often shaped by his own inner battles.”

“That explains a lot,” I say thoughtfully. “I’ve wondered if it was something I did or if he’s just not ready to deal with my situation.”

“Cassian struggles to connect with people and to open up emotionally,” Lady Elara explains gently. “His distancing isn’t about you. He’s simply unable to handle his own emotions, let alone yours. But you must speak with him, Raven.”

Elara spoke of Cassian’s grief, and immediately the memories came back. The way he sometimes looked at me—as though he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. How he would fall silent in the middle of conversations when I tried to talk about my fears. I had always thought it was me, that I was overwhelming him. Maybe he just couldn’t bear me. The fight we had a few days ago... it felt like a wall growing between us, one that only kept getting taller.

Lady Elara goes to a large shelf and pulls out an old, leather-bound book. “Though such magic is rare, there are references and illustrations in these old texts that might help.” She flips through the book, showing me detailed drawings and descriptions of similar powers. As Lady Elara continues to turn the ancient pages, her expression grows more serious. Her fingers pause on a faded image of a wolf with glowing eyes, surrounded by violet flames. “This here...” she murmurs. “There are reports of beings with powers like yours. Some gained great strength, but...” She looks at me, her voice barely a whisper. “...it also destroyed them.”

“These old writings outline techniques for controlling and using such magic,” she explains. “We can use these ancient methods to help you understand and master your powers.”

“That sounds promising,” I say, intrigued. “Can you help me control this power?”

“Of course,” Lady Elara confirms with a determined smile. “It won’t be easy, but I will guide and support you. We’ll start with the basics and gradually work toward mastering your abilities.”

The first exercises involve focusing on the violet energy to get a sense of its flow. Lady Elara shows me how to focus my thoughts and gather the energy in my hands. The violet energy flows through my hands, but it feels strange—foreign, like it doesn’t truly belong to me. I want to control it, but the harder I try, the further it slips away. What if I lose control? What if this power ends up causing more harm than good? The thought of Nymeria and this power being connected frightens me. What if I lose not only control of the power but myself?

“It’s a challenge to find the balance and direct the energy,” but her patient guidance helps me progress.

“Try to feel the energy without forcing it,” advises Lady Elara. “Let it flow as if it’s a part of you, not something you must control.”

Time flies, and I begin to make progress. Every small success feels like a step in the right direction. Lady Elara praises my efforts and offers advice on how to further improve.

As the session ends, I thank Lady Elara and leave her house with a renewed sense of hope. The answers I’ve sought, along with the support I’ve received, give me confidence. The path ahead is still long, but I feel ready to walk it.

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the cool night air wraps around me as I make my way home. The exhaustion from the intense practice is replaced by a quiet sense of hope. I close my eyes and allow thoughts of the challenges ahead to surface, prepared for whatever comes next.

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