Note: Pre-emptive apology for skipping some stuff, things were dragging on a bit too much, sorry-I really mean it.
El Emina Adre' De Quo–to be free yet bound by promise, were the words etched along the circumference of the Djinn's ring. Left on the island on the only seat–a throne which was left behind by now shattered illusion, it had laid in wait until Raven had come to collect his reward for freeing the Djinn from its chains.
"She's gone but her spirit can be called by that ring's bearer for that one last wish," reading the note left behind by her sister, Riyanzah's gaze turned to the shiny yet dark violet gem of said ring. Staring at it, her eyes squinted and her mind raced with questions about potential betrayal by her sister, she wished to call her right there, however, Raven was already wearing it.
