A Quarter Raven is a member of the Marble Ravens in-charge of maintaining the skills and capabilities of individual members and the regiment as a whole. Of course, it's only for formality, but she always dedicated her entire being into pushing all of us to our absolute limits.
Two blimps on my scanner. Whatever these are, they either wiped or chased out the fauna of the forest. The mission is top priority, as long as there is one raven able to do it, the mission will succeed.
The snow layers are thin, I break off into a sprint. The scanner beeped in alternate sounds, and I dove forward into a roll, and felt a rush of wind then a deep thud burst behind me. I continue my way to the clearing, I hear the wind sing a lethal tune and I would weave at its whistling chorus.
Their lethality is limited by their speed, but the clearing unleashes a powerful gust of wind—I threw my arms backward, running faster. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the piercing light through my mask, and I feel my foot give way as I expected solid ground. I swiftly draw my daggers and drive them into the cliff face to halt my descent.
I slide down before grinding to a halt, and soon after a cascade of snow falls on me in chunks. My gear dances in the wind, as death stares me down from both directions.
Despite in dire straits, it gave me safety to finally size up the situation. Those invisible monsters are by the clearing and are impossible to defeat, even if the regiment were to suddenly show up. Falling off isn't so great either, there's no telling if there are layers of snow to cushion me, or two broken legs—alive, but still functionally dead for me.
I hear movement above, the invisible beasts close in on me. The rock face appears to be penetrable by my daggers if I descend cautiously. Pressing a button on the hilt, my daggers emit a low, ominous hum.
I feel around with my foot for solid ground, and began scaling down the cliff. With another press of a button, I began to slide down the cliff. The daggers cut through the rocks like butter. Just a little before I touch the snow at the bottom of this ravine.
I steady myself on the ground and retrieve the daggers from the wall. Turning swiftly, I sprint directly toward the lighthouse, desperate to create distance between the beasts and myself. As I push forward, the wind begins to whistle once more. Suddenly, an otherworldly force slams into my body, hurtling me backwards toward the cliff wall, leaving me in a state of shock.
My scanner had been beeping, but I had tuned it out—a fatal mistake. As First Raven, I had completed 17 missions unscathed, but this one had ended in tragedy and failure.
As I hear my scanner beeping rapidly, I close my eyes. The cold feels like a warm blanket today.