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The shape of her body rocked in pattern with the large beast underneath her; hips swaying as the wyvern pushed against the air with it's massive wings, kicking up a small amount of dirt and dust as she traveled across the sands of Madiya. Gentle winds carried her soft crimson tresses behind her, pulling them away from her face and revealing her intense rufous red eyes that were set on the horizon ahead. Her heart was as stone as the expression on her face, which could only be described as unnerving. She was neither cold hearted, or cruel, merely determined by the path she had placed in front of her. Appearing as nothing more than an armored scout, our rider is actually a Queen -- married to the Demon King Asura, and a leader of his people. Raised to be royalty, Raven was brought up wearing fine silk clothes, eating prepared meals and partaking of games and parties. Something that changed two years ago, revealing the young monarch who was currently on her way to the Drackenstein Capital.

A majority of her journey was through the harsh terrain just on the outskirts of Madiya, being a safer ( yet longer ) path as it was not in accordance with any patrols the kingdom might have set out. Even though the idea of a patrol was ideology at best, Madiya no longer having any form of decent militia as Isawia was now governed by a treacherous King; one who sought power, and was given a coded prophecy by a powerful Oracle. Yet in order to reveal the secrets of that tablet, she first had to translate it, yet the necessary texts to do so were hidden behind enemy territory; a place that was once her home. This was her destination. Unlike in Madiya, where she could freely roam the palace and given destinations, she had to remain hidden as she traversed her way through the desert and ultimately into Drackenstein forests. A journey that would normally have had taken her weeks, but could be accomplished in 6 mere hours by the help of her magic.

Flying atop of prized beast, and in a matter of hours, the capital of Drackenstein came into view, glowing with the last folds of light as the night soon came into the world, followed by a thrashing storm that could only have been summoned by the Avatar of the Sky God herself. A split moment of light erupted in the dark, carving out the mere details of the land, and allowing her to spot the awaiting target. Masked by a plethora of tree was she able to make out the imagery of her suspect. With the encouraging sound of thunder at her back, she eyed the small hut that rested un-suspicious of her arrival. The faint sounds of words could be heard from the quaint construct, protruding even past the billowing sounds of the beast Bellouch, who now breathed heavily from her exhaustion of flight.

Releasing her hold of the Celestial Beast, Raven descended from the sky, her red aura trailing behind her as she vanished momentarily only to land safely atop the wooden element that would serve as her standing point. The rain continued to pour, rains and strong winds masking her new presence as she eyed city and it's walls. It wouldn't be hard to get into the city, not with her magic, but perhaps getting out would be another problem, seeing as she could only summon her mount infrequently.

A sly grin spread across her lips as she vanished once more, appearing within the city walls once more, using the darkness to her advantage before pulling her dark cape over her face as she walked the steps to the Archives. She knew full well that what she sought, would lie within the shelves of that massive monastery, and she only needed to quickly remove them without being seen; a feat that anyone could appropriately perform provided the cover of the storm.

A loud crash erupted with the light of thunder, only to be followed by the sounds of her metal boots against the stone pavement of the city as she made her way towards the center.