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Chapter 71: The Birth of the Twin Ravens
Chapter 71: The Birth of the Twin Ravens
The moon hung high, casting silver light over the dense forest as Seraphis walked deeper into the shadows, her footsteps silent against the soft earth. The trees whispered with the wind, their leaves murmuring secrets only the night could understand. She had left the city behind, slipping through the darkness like a phantom, unseen and unheard.
Now, she stood in the heart of the wilderness, surrounded by the towering trees that had long been her sanctuary. Here, under the vast expanse of the star-strewn sky, she lifted her hand and spoke in a voice that resonated through the stillness— a language lost to time.
"Vey’thiel nah valinor… vel’ithra morna’eth…"
The Raven Tongue, the ancient language of her kind, flowed from her lips like a forgotten melody. It was a call, a summons that only those of the White Raven’s blood could hear.
The night trembled.
From the branches above, from the darkness beyond, hundreds of ravens emerged, their black wings slicing through the air. Their gleaming eyes reflected the moonlight, each one drawn to the call of their mother. They circled above her, a storm of feathers and shadow, their cries echoing through the forest.
Seraphis raised her hand, and the flock slowed, perching on the trees around her. But among them, two stood out.
They were young, yet fierce. Their feathers gleamed with an unusual sheen, not just black, but kissed with silver. Their eyes burned with intelligence, with promise.
Seraphis smiled.
"Step forward."
The two ravens hesitated only for a moment before obeying, flying down to perch on her outstretched arms. They did not caw or squawk like the others—no, these two understood.
And so, she spoke again.
"I am the White Raven. And I now bestow your names."
The wind stilled, as if the very world was holding its breath. Seraphis bit the tip of her finger, allowing a single drop of blood to fall.
The ravens shuddered as the blood touched their beaks. A glow surrounded them, ancient magic stirring from deep within the earth. The runes of the White Raven flickered in the air, unseen by mortal eyes.
"From this day forward, you shall be known as Elowen and Sylvaine."
The ravens trembled. Their forms shimmered, bending and twisting, bones reforming, feathers vanishing, limbs stretching.
And when the light faded, two figures stood before her.
Elowen and Sylvaine.
The twin girls stood tall, graceful like elves, yet bearing the aura of something far more ancient. Their long hair cascaded down their backs—one in a shade of vibrant, light green, the other in deep, forest green. Their piercing golden eyes glowed under the moonlight, reflecting the magic that had given them form.
For a long moment, they simply stared at their hands, their new bodies. Then, as if drawn by instinct, they both turned to Seraphis.
And bowed.
"Thank you, Mother."
Seraphis blinked. “Mother?”
The twins lifted their heads, smiling. “Yes,” Elowen said, her voice soft and melodic.
Sylvaine nodded. “You are the White Raven. The Mother of all Ravens. You gave us life.”
Seraphis exhaled, tilting her head slightly. “So, you’re twins then?”
Elowen and Sylvaine exchanged a glance before nodding in perfect unison. “Yes. We always have been.”
She studied them, her sharp eyes flickering with unreadable emotions. They were perfect. Strong. Intelligent. They were the first of their kind.
And she would make sure they were prepared for the world that awaited them.
"Then listen well."
Seraphis stepped closer, placing a hand on each of their heads. A surge of power flowed through her fingertips, and instantly, memories, techniques, and knowledge rushed into their minds.
They gasped as their bodies trembled, their golden eyes flashing with understanding.
Assassination techniques.
The art of stealth.
The secrets of combat.
The lost ways of the White Raven.
Everything Seraphis had learned, everything she had mastered, now belonged to them as well.
Elowen’s fingers flexed, feeling the power in her limbs. Sylvaine closed her eyes, letting the knowledge settle into her soul.
When they opened their eyes again, they were no longer just newborns.
They were warriors.
Seraphis took a step back, observing her creations. “You are ready.”
The twins knelt before her once more. “We will not fail you, Mother.”
A rare, proud smile touched her lips. “Then it is time for you to bear the mark of the White Raven.”
From her coat, Seraphis pulled out two specially designed uniforms.
One was a deep, forest green, lined with silver embroidery. The other was a vibrant, lighter green, with golden accents. Both bore the sigil of the White Raven—an emblem of power and legacy.
She handed them to the twins, who took them with reverence.
"These are your uniforms." Seraphis met their eyes. “From this moment on, you are my blades, my wings, my family.”
Elowen and Sylvaine bowed deeply, pressing the uniforms to their chests. “We will follow you, Mother, until the end.”
The wind howled through the trees as the night bore witness to the birth of something powerful.
Seraphis looked up, her white hair gleaming under the stars. A new era had begun.
And the world would soon know the strength of the White Raven and her daughters.