Through wind-swept fields that pass by in a blur of some unimaginable distance, the weight of the world had suddenly become all too real through the eyes of the young girl. Against the looming shadows of dusk and the unknown stretch of darkness ahead, the past has become a brief reminiscence of life lived in the bliss of innocence.

“What am I doing?”

“Where am I going?”

The only questions in this moment of respite go unanswered within the chambers of her mind. Lost within a daze of fantasy and remembrance, her life feels like it’s spinning out of control as nothing is certain anymore. Narrowing her eyes slowly toward the mesmerizing shades of violet, dark energies radiating from the Raven Lord’s magical shroud, the cool kiss of the autumn night’s breeze is her only reminder that this is still reality.

From underneath his cloak, an array of cosmic planets and otherworldly dimensions’ cast a small visage of his power as time and space are bent by his will. Softly turning her head, her eyes travel toward and upward the dragon-head staff etched from ancient, ebony wood. Glimmers of moonlight stream through its battle-worn scars as her eyes rest upon the concealed back of the Raven Lord as he moves further away into the night.

Unwavering in his commitment and shouldering the burdens of his past failures for all of eternity, his stride is matched by few as he moves forward into the darkness alone. Magical familiars conjured in the shape of ravens fly overhead as the remnants of his power drift off into the wind. Slightly shivering from the chill in the night’s air, the girl snaps back to reality before taking one step forward and hastening her pace to keep up with him.

Leaving the setting sun behind, she chases after the future that rests within the stars and crescent moon above.