27: Progress
Luna stood alone in her room. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to chant the words of the wind spell, feeling the familiar rhythm of the incantation.
"Ventus, aerius, evoco," she whispered.
As she spoke, the air around her stirred, carrying the faintest whisper of a breeze that rustled her Raven brown hair.
Luna's heart swelled with excitement; she was making progress. But her joy was short-lived, as doubts crept into her mind like unwanted shadows.
"What if I'm not good enough?" Luna thought to herself. "What if I'll never master this spell?"
Memories of her brother, Leo, flashed through her mind.
His awakening 3 years ago had brought remarkable progress in magic, and Luna couldn't help but compare herself to him.
"Am I falling behind?" she wondered.
Luna's thoughts deepened, shadows creeping into her mind.
"If I don't catch up to Leo, he'll leave me behind," she thought, a pang of fear striking her heart.
"He'll make new friends, new allies, and I'll be left alone."
Memories of their childhood flooded her mind – laughter, fun games and all they did as kids , even staying late at night . The bond between them was unbreakable, or so she thought.
"But magic changes everything," Luna reflected.
"Leo's awakening has changed him. He's growing stronger, faster... and I'm still here, struggling."
A lump formed in her throat.
"What if he outgrows me? What if our bond isn't enough?"
Luna's eyes opened, gazing blankly into the candlelight.
"Can I really keep up with him?" she wondered.
Doubts swirled
"Am I talented enough? Am I dedicated enough" ?
Will he leave her ?, just the thought of that scares her, she didn't want to be left behind.
Luna's jaw clenched, determination igniting within her.
"I won't let that happen," she thought, resolve etching lines on her face.
"I won't lose him. I won't fall behind."
Luna's fingers moved with renewed purpose, tracing intricate patterns in the air.
Her magic swirled, responding to her determination.
But she persisted.
The wind spell began to take shape, whispers of air coalescing into gentle gusts. Luna's eyes shone with focus.
Suddenly, a stronger gust swept through the room, Luna's heart raced.
Progress!
She smiled, exhilarated.
"I'm getting closer," she whispered.
The room fell silent, except for the soft hum of her magic.
Luna's thoughts turned to Leo.
"I won't fall behind," she whispered .
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The darkness of the forest engulfed hundreds of figures, their silhouettes blending into the shadows. Trees towered above, branches creaking softly in the wind.
Near the Silver's mansion, a vast clearing stretched, filled with row upon row of hooded figures. They sat cross-legged, motionless, and silent.
Moonlight cast an ethereal glow, illuminating the sea of faces hidden beneath hoods.
No words were spoken. No whispers. Only the soft rustling of leaves and distant crickets broke the silence.
The figures' breathing synchronized, a collective rhythm echoing through the clearing.
Their attention remained fixed on the mansion, waiting.
Time passed, marked only by the slow creep of shadows.
The wind carried Luna's distant magic, a gentle whisper.
The figures' heads tilted, almost imperceptibly, toward the mansion.
Still, they waited.
Their patience was a palpable force, a collective anticipation building with each passing moment.
The darkness seemed to grow thicker, heavier, as if the very night itself was holding its breath.
The silence was broken by a low, gravelly voice.
"How many hours?" the figure asked, its hood turned toward Riven.
Riven's gaze remained fixed on the mansion, voice devoid of emotion.
"A day, to be exact, Lord Ravenswood."
The speaker nodded, its hood bobbing slightly.
The conversation died, and the silence reclaimed the clearing.
Riven's eyes never wavered from the mansion, gaze piercing through darkness.
The moon climbed higher, casting silvery light upon the clearing. Its gentle beam illuminated Riven's features,
Revealing his crimson hair, stark against the darkness.
Scarlet eyes, and wearing a black robe, folds rippling in the breeze
Beside him, Lord Ravenswood's figure took shape
He also had crimson hair, matching Riven's fiery hue.
Joker-like mask, concealing his face
Black cloak, billowing around his form
Riven bowed his head, voice low.
"We should be patient, my lord."
Lord Ravenswood's mask glinted, moonlight dancing across its curved surface.
"Yeah."
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A/N
Thanks to "BreZzy19" For supporting me with a power stone, I really appreciate it thank you and also to my readers, I say a big THANKS ! to you too .