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As second-rate as her stealth was, Ravenna’s knowledge in melee combat was among her many strengths. When tyrannized by her fellow sisters, she had to learn how to defend herself. She had to evolve, and temper her body and mind in the most scalding fires. So, the first few months were made to be...

In an ironic turn of events, the worst case scenario became even worse. Ravenna half-expected the guard to be half-asleep, but she could not have stood further from the truth. The reality was, the sentry was in full understanding of his surroundings. She was trained in the art of stealth and...

She was a shadow between the trees. Light steps followed in tandem with the wind, a cover to create a soundless approach, and with every pause in the air, she careened to a halt and pressed her body into the nearest stump. Cold, starving and tired, but Ravenna was not deterred. With her skin...

“Come on, just a little farther!” A girl ran. Blonde hair flying over her shoulders, her fleeting smile like the wings of a dragonfly, hands stretched out as if she searched for something, or somebody, ahead. Grass crunched beneath her feet, and behind her, the imprints of her every step...

“Thank you, Mother Raya.” There was nothing more to be said. Indeed, Ravenna received the confirmation she was looking for and the beginning of a trial she long awaited. Although their discussion was brief, even if it amounted to another stark pep talk, the young woman was now convinced on what...

“I… don’t know, Mother Raya...” Hesitation stuck to her like a leech. What she was asking of her was indeed much more than she expected. Initially, Ravenna thought to be glad she wouldn’t have to claim the head of a corrupted rancor, but the longer she considered the quest laid out before her...

Ravenna was heartfelt. She long knew the relationship shared with Mother Raya was rare among the others. Whereas her sisters either shunned or tormented the young woman, Raya was that ray of light in the darkness. She never stepped in to end her suffering but neither did she willingly...

“Mother Raya, please.” She stifled a chuckle. Ravenna was not sure whether to be grateful for looking out for her or worried by her willingness to act. Of course, there was no forgetting what the others did. In her youth, when the pity of her loss had long worn away, the younger Nightsisters...

Her accent was thick. Not like honey, far from it, but like tar, crawling out of her throat and dripping to the ground. It was bewitching but grave and chilling. For sometime, Ravenna had taken the assumption that this prelude to the trial was as serious as the passage itself. After all, it...

Ravenna was a pale and sickly seven year old girl when she left the Core. She was not alone when she boarded the old transport. Her father, an iron-fisted bureaucrat, and her mother, a beautiful young woman ravaged by terrible health, ushered her into its peeled walls, tattered floors and narrow...