Raven and Vlad stood in the training ground, surrounded by rows of training dummies. The air was charged with anticipation as Raven began her practice. Her eyes focused on the dummies, she extended her telekinetic powers, causing the first dummy to wobble and then float into the air.
With a graceful flick of her wrist, Raven summoned her magic—a bright purple, liquid-like energy shrouded in black smoke, with purple sparks dancing around it.
With a gesture of her hand, her magic took shape—like tendrils of bright purple liquid darkness extending outward, contorting and coiling like serpents. This inky essence served as an extension of her will, both confining and dominating.
She molded it into a formidable whip that crackled with energy. Swinging it with precision, she effortlessly grabbed hold of several dummies, sending them crashing into each other or hurling them across the training ground.
Vlad watched, his expression revealing both pride and concern as Raven demonstrated her control over these formidable abilities. She continued to manipulate the magical whip, displaying her mastery over her unique powers.
Vlad hummed and thought"She is getting better at controlling her powers.But her powers should not overwhelm and control her."
He then yelled to his daughter"Now try your final form."
Raven nodded.
Finally, Raven shifted her focus again. Her form transformed into the familiar, eerie sight—a viscous black liquid, clouded by dark smoke with highlights of purple energy. It oozed out from her back, chest, and other parts of her body, taking on the shape of raven-like wings. She hovered in this soulself form, the wings of darkness and purple energy casting an intimidating silhouette.
Amidst an aura of profound stillness, Raven stood poised, her figure cloaked in an almost ethereal darkness. As she harnessed the depths of her power, a transformation overtook her, casting her eyes into an abyss of inky blackness. Veins, like threads of midnight, threaded their way across her sclera, while her pupils ignited with a fiery red glow, a stark contrast against the darkness that engulfed her gaze.She also has a red gemstone outlined in black located in the center of her forehead.Which started glow fiery red.
Vlad seeing Raven going to more of trace like state yelled"Raven focus, do not let the power overwhelm you."
Raven quickly regained control, she looked at her father and said"Thank's dad."
Vlad nodded and continued, "In this form, you are the embodiment of your true potential. Let it guide you, like a raven soaring through the darkest skies. Embrace the shadows, but never lose sight of the light."
Raven nodded, a determined glint in her eyes as she maintained her soulself form. With Vlad's guidance, she began to move with more grace and purpose, her wings of darkness extending and retracting in response to her newfound control.
But Raven wasn't finished. With determination, she gathered her telekinetic force, focusing it into a concentrated burst of energy. A powerful concussive blast erupted from her, tearing through the dummies and shaking the training ground. Part of a nearby building crumbled under the sheer force of her power, sending dust and debris into the air.
Tepes nodded, acknowledging her prowess. "Impressive, Raven," he said. "Your powers are growing stronger with each passing day. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Stay vigilant, and never forget the lessons of the past.This world is unforgiving."
Raven nodded, her determination unwavering.
While in one of the city port of Valyrians near the Gulf of Grief, it was made for doing trade.But one day it was attacked by army of Ghiscari.
The people in city was completely held hostage, while Aerion heard the news about it and this time.
In the heart of the Valyrian city port near the tranquil Gulf of Grief, a bustling metropolis had thrived for centuries. Tall, imposing walls of dark Valyrian stone encircled the city, adorned with intricate carvings of mighty dragons in various forms, paying homage to their kin. These dragon statues, their eyes glimmering with gemstones, stood guard over the city, serving as a testament to the might of Valyria and its mastery over dragons.
Within the city, grand temples dedicated to the Ancient Gods loomed over the bustling markets and narrow, winding streets. Statues of the Old Gods, with their stern and serene expressions, watched over the citizens as they went about their daily lives, offering silent protection and guidance.
But on this fateful day, the city's serenity was shattered by the clamor of war horns and the thundering march of the Ghiscari army. Panic gripped the people as they were held hostage within their own streets, only thing that stand between them and against the invaders, where the wall and it was not going to last long.
While in Valyria King Aerion received word of the attack. Determination blazed in his violet eyes, mirroring the fiery spirit of his ancestors. His grandson, Perceus, stepped forward, his youthful face etched with determination. "I will go there and help them,grandfather" he declared to his grandfather.
Aerion was not sure, but he knew Perceus wanted to prove himself so he nodded with heart heavy with the weight of responsibility. "Go, Perceus, and may the Ancient Gods watch over you. The city needs you, make sure bring back out people. Let the dragons of Valyria guide your path."
Amphiterte watched her son with slight worry, but Perseus gave his mother a reasuring smile and embarked on his perilous journey to defend their city port with his crew.