Caden’s eyes flew open as a power boomed through the atmosphere.

This power was ancient and pure, a holy force he’d been searching for since he arrived here five years ago. Throwing off the thin cotton sheets Caden ran to the window, not caring of the fact that he went to bed in the nude. Quickly tugging at the latched lock, he pushed the window open with a slam. Looking out into the dead of night he searched for the cause of the sudden burst of power. In the close proximity everything was dark, not even the creatures or monsters stirred through the forest. But as he looked closer to the distance... There.

To the west, hundreds and hundreds of miles away, Caden could just make out the faint white glow of power so great that even he could feel the vibrations from the Goddess Temple.

He sped for his chest of clothes, quickly donning his fighting leathers and Valfallow armor. The black iridescent metal was made from a very rare ore, only obtainable from the Deadmann’s Desert mountain range. It swallowed the shadows around the wearer, concealing them in the dead of night. Perfect stealth attire for the upper rank soldiers of Valfallow; or their prince. As he sheathed his swords and slipped daggers into his belt he prepared for his travels, packing only necessities.

Those from the old families in Chantia tend to have earth magic, depending on their lineage. Water for Alintage Archipelago. Fire if you hail from the Deadmann Desert. Wood and wind both originated from the clans from the far west of the Cold Mountains. But Shadow? Only pure blooded Valfallow citizens could control the darkest night and the matter of shadows. Royalty being the strongest wielders in the kingdom. It was one of the most terrifying powers that the elves may possess. For the darkness embraces all things evil and deadly.

With a flick of his wrist Caden was swarmed in his own wispy shadows, encasing him like a cocoon and shimmered out of view. He teleported to the stables, and road off into the night in search for his missing Light Goddess.

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Agatha whipped her head around, turning back towards the tower she came from. Her dark endless eyes were wide with shock and ire. She hissed at the sudden boom of power and light far in the distance. It bled into the night like a beacon. Calling all those who search for her to her presence. Stupid child, ungrateful wretch. Agathas’ long nails punctured her palms as she gripped her knuckles.

She screeched into the night, a horrifying and unnatural sound that vibrated into the forest around her. "So close, I nearly had her power" she hissed out her frustrations at the world. For the past twenty years Agatha had been housing the disgusting child, waiting for the day she could finally consume her delicious power source.

For years Agatha has been siphoning Jessica’s power, trying to tap into her Goddess gifts. Once Agatha consumed the Goddess power, she would never need to consume the magic of another maiden ever again. Her skin forever smooth, her body never tiring.

Forever she would be young.

But for years the pesky powers that be did not yield to Agatha. Every potion, or concoction or chant would suck away her wood or earth magic, but nothing she tried gained access to the ancient power of the Goddess herself.

The fool thought her a sick woman, the fool thought she was good. The fool thought she loved her. That fool had no idea what had tended to her as a babe, or taught her to read as a child, or gave her jewels as an adult. That pathetic fool had no idea she’s been a walking power bank her whole life.

But now it seems that power bank is free, and Agatha must get her back. But first she must finish her trip to the capital, to gain the spell that will forever seal Jessica’s life force within Agatha.