Straia is cowed by nothing, but when Beqanna calls to them, she is no fool either. She doesn’t come with her head held high as it so often is, with the look of a Queen in her eyes. She comes as she should, respectful and slightly curious. Perhaps she should be fearful, perhaps she should feel some remorse. But these things don’t cross her mind. Had Beqanna ever come to them before? Not that she knew of, in the stories she’s been told. How can she not be curious as history unfolds before them? How can she not hope that this might change the fate of the Chamber.
And oh, how she is not disappointed. Yes, they are reprimanded for calling themselves darks. Though if she had room to argue, she’d point out she doesn’t call them evil, just determined. Is she evil? No, not really. But she can’t say she always has the best plans in mind. Then again, did Camrynn? Scorch? Whatever division they had created were foolish, and it was long time they were done away with entirely anyway. Straia can’t disagree.
But the thing that catches her attention more, the thing that makes the corners of her mouth quirk up with a smile, is when the magic shifts. No longer can the other kingdoms hand out traits like candy, leaving the Chamber to wallow because others seek power over loyalty to a land. No, they were equal now. Kavi could wear the world on his skin, and Oksana could stay without her wings ripped from her sides. The Chamber could have its power back. Oh, the Chamber was strong without magic.
Imagine what it could do with magic.
Then Beqanna is in front of her, just her, and it must be a dream. The world is not quite as it should be, everything magnificent, the way it had been before the disasters. Everything is explained then, and all they need to do is grow a tree. The Chamber is very good at trees. She grins in the dream, and when she wakes, she finds that she’s standing in the middle of the kingdom near a patch of dirt that looks freshly dug and patted back down. It’s right by the heart, and the old charred mother tree they shared with the Gates.
She looks at the ground for a bit, feeling almost giddy with the changes. But maybe that’s not what makes her feel this way. It takes some time before she begins to understand that there’s something more. Some sort of power flowing through her veins. It couldn’t be from Beqanna herself – she wasn’t giving anything out. But maybe the Chamber? A thank you for staying when the kingdom was in ruin. Maybe something she always had, and simply never knew? After all, there’s never been a day where she didn’t serve the Chamber.
Whatever it is, she can feel it like wings inside her. After a moment, there’s a raven perched on her shoulder. It caws, and two more ravens appear in the air, made of fire. Again, it caws, and two ice ravens join it. She laughs, and at the sound of her laugh the sky comes alive with ravens made of light and dark, ice and fire. They swirl around her, diving in and out of the sky. She has no real idea how she made them, and certainly no ability to control them yet. But that would come, in time. For now, she lets them swirl through the Chamber. If the others hadn’t already come to this spot, certainly the sound of her laughter and the elemental ravens would draw them here. Let them come. Let them see just what the Chamber would be.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
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