i hope you burn

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

She lands on the border of the Chamber at the path Flamevein had built into the flames, shifting back into horse form. Ravens dive in front and to each side of her, all made of water, dousing the flames. She leaves a wider trail as she moves, smoke billowing behind her, ash streaking her coat. Straia feels at home now, with the ash drifting around her like snow, with the roaring flames and the flock of water ravens. It is a beautiful sight, in a way.

Yael is obvious enough, in giant golden dragon form. There are smaller dragons and a bird flying around her now as well, appearing to attack Yael as well. Chaos rages farther inside the Chamber. She can hear it all, and she grins slightly, knowing that the Chamber ground is thirsty for blood. Her kingdom will get its wish tonight.

She comes to a stop somewhere beneath Yael, that mischievous and pleased grin on her face. “So much like me, Yael. I’m very proud.” Straia doesn’t yell. She doesn’t need to. The magician can hear her no matter how loudly or quietly Straia speaks, though the golden magician might be somewhat distracted by the things diving at her face. “Please, go ahead. Drop my daughter.”

The taunt is meaningless though as a pair of black raven wings appear on Weaver’s side. The water ravens stop plunging into the trees. The fire rages on in the pines, though Straia doesn’t mind. The flames would feed all the fire wielding Chamberlings, and eventually, Evrae would douse the flames when the time was right. But Straia wanted them all to know that the Chamber did not hide behind walls of magic, did not need a magician to save them all.

They were so much more than that. They’d come from the ashes before, reborn stronger and better for it. None of the other kingdoms knew what that was like in the way the Chamber did. And none of the other kingdoms were as strong and resilient as the Chamberlings were.

The ravens shift, taking on a variety of forms – fire and lighting and ice and shadow – all heading for Yael now. Her daughter wouldn’t die, but she didn’t heal any faster than a normal horse (at least, not till Evrae solved that problem), and Straia didn’t think the girl needed any more cuts. She would like her daughter out of Yael’s clutch at some point.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber