𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 – 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓡𝓲𝓯𝓽 (Prolog2: Ravenlord) by SamaraBlue
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Prolog 2: 𝓓𝓮𝓻 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓯ü𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓩𝓾𝓴𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓽
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🌿 ✦ 🔮 ✦ 🌿 Prologue 2: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 The scouts return... ✧ ❁ ✧ 🌿Nyx, the greatest and wisest of his ravens, cut through the veil of mist with a majestic beat of his wings and landed on his outstretched forearm. His talons sank gently into the black fabric of the arm-guard, and the bird fixed him with eyes threaded in silver and glowing red. Nyx was more than a companion. He was a part of the Ravenlord himself, a mirror of his thoughts and feelings. The other ravens circled around them, their wings whispering softly in the oppressive silence. “The winds carry the scent of trouble,” the Ravenlord murmured as he brushed a hand over Nyx’s glossy feathers. “There’s something moving in the air. Something old. Can you feel it? It’s like a melody whose notes I can’t quite grasp.” Nyx answered with a coarse, low caw that dissolved into the fog like an echo. It wasn’t agreement — more a warning, a sign that whatever was coming reached far beyond anything the Ravenlord had faced before. The rest of the flock tightened their formation, their movements aligned like an unseen army preparing for an enemy no one could yet name. Two of the largest ravens broke from the swarm and landed nearby. Their glowing red eyes flickered like sparks at dusk, every glance a message left unspoken. Together with Nyx, they were the oldest and most powerful of his companions — carriers of ancient knowledge and silent caution. Nyx, first among them, looked at him again, and for a heartbeat the Ravenlord thought he saw doubt in the bird’s otherwise impenetrable gaze. “Fly, Nyx,” the Ravenlord said at last, his voice quiet but unwavering. “Probe the mists, find their source, and bring me answers. There’s no room for uncertainty. Not now.” Nyx lifted off with a powerful sweep of his wings, his talons lingering a moment longer on the Ravenlord’s arm, as if to seal a promise. The other two ravens followed, a triad of shadow and silence diving into the mist and vanishing within it, trailed by the rest of the feathered host that closed around the leading three like a shield. The Ravenlord remained where he was, arms folded, eyes fixed on the dark swirl above him, which hovered as if unsure of its next move. The silence that settled was almost tangible. The mist seemed to thicken, heavier, as if trying to pull the Ravenlord into its cold embrace. But he stayed where he was — unmoving, a sentinel in a world whose edges had begun to fray. Somewhere deep inside, he felt that the events ahead would not only shape the fate of his land but also alter his own path in ways that could never be undone. A faint rustle made him pause. Nyx had returned one last time to deliver a brief report about the magic-touched girl Nikita. Then he lingered for a heartbeat before taking his place at the head of the dark flock. Nikita lived in the same region — the deep forests of the Beyond, where the lands of Earth pressed against the borders of the other elemental realms. She was one of those under his protection, though she didn’t know it — not yet. A young, unruly soul who knew nothing but the forests she’d grown up in. For reasons he couldn’t fully explain, Nikita mattered to him more than she should. She carried a strange, untamed force that made her something singular — and possibly dangerous. The thought of her, her future, and the role she would play in the turmoil ahead refused to leave him. It felt as if her fate was bound tightly to his own — and to that of the land between the worlds.
A new chapter is coming soon … ✧ ❁ ✧ Concept, story, text and artwork ©Kerstin Ellinghoven (Samara Blue). 🌿 Made with DAZ Studio • No AI • Krefeld, 24.12.2024 🌿 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 – 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓡𝓲𝓯𝓽: Hidden Magic – Story | Hidden Magic – Character Files | Hidden Magic – Information
𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭': Mikey 9 ©DAZ Oso Filatoon Beard ©Oso3D dforce Dark Assasin ©DAZ/fjaa3d XF Crow Lace wings ©DAZ/xtrart-3d Wolfskin Boots ©DAZ/Barbara Brundon/Umblefugly HS Mirage Strands Hair ©DAZ/Hair Studio DAZ Crow ©DAZ
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🌿Nyx, der größte und weiseste seiner Raben, durchbrach mit majestätischem Flügelschlag die Schleier des Nebels und landete auf seinem ausgestreckten Unterarm. Seine Krallen gruben sich sanft in den schwarzen Stoff seines Armschutzes, und der Vogel blickte ihn mit silbern durchzogenen, glühend roten Augen durchdringend an. Nyx war mehr als ein Begleiter. Er war ein Teil des Ravenlords, ein Spiegel seiner Gedanken und Gefühle. Die anderen Raben umkreisten die Szene, ihre Flügel ein leises Flüstern in der bedrückenden Stille.
„Die Winde tragen den Geruch von Unheil,“ murmelte der Ravenlord, während er Nyx leicht über das glänzende Gefieder strich. „Es liegt etwas in der Luft, etwas Altes, das sich rührt. Kannst du es spüren? Es ist wie eine Melodie, deren Töne ich noch nicht ganz greifen kann.“
Nyx antwortete mit einem rauen, tiefen Krächzen, das sich wie ein Echo in den Nebeln verlor. Es war keine Bestätigung, sondern eher eine Warnung, ein Hinweis darauf, dass das, was kommen würde, weit über das hinausging, was der Ravenlord bisher erlebt hatte. Die anderen Raben begannen, sich enger zusammenzuschließen, ihre Bewegungen geordnet wie die einer unsichtbaren Armee, die sich auf einen unbekannten Feind vorbereitete.
Zwei der größten Raben traten aus dem Schwarm hervor und landeten in seiner Nähe. Ihre glühend roten Augen schienen wie Funken in der Dämmerung, jeder Blick eine unausgesprochene Botschaft. Diese beiden waren zusammen mit Nyx die ältesten und mächtigsten seiner Gefährten, die Träger uralter Weisheit und stummer Warnungen. Nyx, der erste unter ihnen, blickte ihn erneut an, und für einen Augenblick schien es, als könnte der Ravenlord einen Hauch von Zweifel in den sonst so undurchdringlichen Augen des Vogels lesen.
„Flieg, Nyx,“ sagte der Ravenlord schließlich, seine Stimme leise, aber voller Entschlossenheit. „Ergründe die Nebel, finde ihre Quelle und bringe mir Antworten. Es gibt keinen Raum für Ungewissheit, nicht jetzt.“
Mit einem kraftvollen Schlag seiner Schwingen erhob sich Nyx, die Krallen einen Augenblick länger als nötig auf dem Arm des Ravenlords verweilend. Die anderen beiden Raben folgten ihm, ein Dreiklang aus Schatten und Stille, der in den Nebel eintauchte und darin verschwand, gefolgt vom Rest des gefiederten Heeres, das sich wie eine Einheit um die anführenden drei Raben fügte und diese nach allen Seiten abschottete. Der Ravenlord blieb zurück, die Arme verschränkt, die Augen auf den dunklen Schwarm gerichtet, der scheinbar noch unentschlossen über ihm kreiste.
Die Stille, die folgte, war beinahe greifbar. Der Nebel schien schwerer zu werden, dichter, als wolle er den Ravenlord in eine Umarmung zwingen. Doch er blieb stehen, unbewegt, ein Wächter in einer Welt, die an den Rändern zu zerbrechen drohte. Irgendwo tief in seinem Inneren spürte er, dass die kommenden Ereignisse nicht nur das Schicksal seines Landes, sondern auch sein eigenes unwiderruflich verändern würden.
Ein leises Rascheln ließ ihn kurz innehalten. Nyx war noch einmal zurückgekehrt, um ihm schnell die letzten Ereignisse rund um das Zaubermädchen Nikita zu berichten. Dann verharrte er noch einmal kurz, bevor er sich endgültig an die Spitze seines dunklen Heeres setzte. Nikita lebte ebenfalls in diesem Gebiet, in den tiefen Wäldern des Jenseits, die das Element Erde umgaben und fast überall gegen die Länder der anderen Elemente abgrenzten.
Sie war eine seiner Schutzbefohlenen, auch wenn sie selbst das nicht wusste, noch nicht wusste. Eine junge, rebellische Seele, die in ihrem jungen Leben bisher nur die Wälder des Jenseits kannte. Nikita lag ihm aus Gründen, die selbst ihm noch ein Rätsel waren, besonders am Herzen. Sie besaß eine seltsame, ungezähmte Kraft, die sie zu etwas Einzigartigem machte, aber auch zu einer möglichen Gefahr. Der Gedanke an sie, an ihre Zukunft und die Rolle, die sie in den aufziehenden Wirren spielen würde, ließ ihn nicht los. Es war, als ob ihr Schicksal untrennbar mit seinem eigenen und dem des Landes zwischen den Welten verbunden wäre.
🌿 ✦ 🔮 ✦ 🌿 Prologue 2: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 The scouts return... ✧ ❁ ✧ 🌿Nyx, the greatest and wisest of his ravens, cut through the veil of mist with a majestic beat of his wings and landed on his outstretched forearm. His talons sank gently into the black fabric of the arm-guard, and the bird fixed him with eyes threaded in silver and glowing red. Nyx was more than a companion. He was a part of the Ravenlord himself, a mirror of his thoughts and feelings. The other ravens circled around them, their wings whispering softly in the oppressive silence. “The winds carry the scent of trouble,” the Ravenlord murmured as he brushed a hand over Nyx’s glossy feathers. “There’s something moving in the air. Something old. Can you feel it? It’s like a melody whose notes I can’t quite grasp.” Nyx answered with a coarse, low caw that dissolved into the fog like an echo. It wasn’t agreement — more a warning, a sign that whatever was coming reached far beyond anything the Ravenlord had faced before. The rest of the flock tightened their formation, their movements aligned like an unseen army preparing for an enemy no one could yet name. Two of the largest ravens broke from the swarm and landed nearby. Their glowing red eyes flickered like sparks at dusk, every glance a message left unspoken. Together with Nyx, they were the oldest and most powerful of his companions — carriers of ancient knowledge and silent caution. Nyx, first among them, looked at him again, and for a heartbeat the Ravenlord thought he saw doubt in the bird’s otherwise impenetrable gaze. “Fly, Nyx,” the Ravenlord said at last, his voice quiet but unwavering. “Probe the mists, find their source, and bring me answers. There’s no room for uncertainty. Not now.” Nyx lifted off with a powerful sweep of his wings, his talons lingering a moment longer on the Ravenlord’s arm, as if to seal a promise. The other two ravens followed, a triad of shadow and silence diving into the mist and vanishing within it, trailed by the rest of the feathered host that closed around the leading three like a shield. The Ravenlord remained where he was, arms folded, eyes fixed on the dark swirl above him, which hovered as if unsure of its next move. The silence that settled was almost tangible. The mist seemed to thicken, heavier, as if trying to pull the Ravenlord into its cold embrace. But he stayed where he was — unmoving, a sentinel in a world whose edges had begun to fray. Somewhere deep inside, he felt that the events ahead would not only shape the fate of his land but also alter his own path in ways that could never be undone. A faint rustle made him pause. Nyx had returned one last time to deliver a brief report about the magic-touched girl Nikita. Then he lingered for a heartbeat before taking his place at the head of the dark flock. Nikita lived in the same region — the deep forests of the Beyond, where the lands of Earth pressed against the borders of the other elemental realms. She was one of those under his protection, though she didn’t know it — not yet. A young, unruly soul who knew nothing but the forests she’d grown up in. For reasons he couldn’t fully explain, Nikita mattered to him more than she should. She carried a strange, untamed force that made her something singular — and possibly dangerous. The thought of her, her future, and the role she would play in the turmoil ahead refused to leave him. It felt as if her fate was bound tightly to his own — and to that of the land between the worlds.
A new chapter is coming soon … ✧ ❁ ✧ Concept, story, text and artwork ©Kerstin Ellinghoven (Samara Blue). 🌿 Made with DAZ Studio • No AI • Krefeld, 24.12.2024 🌿 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 – 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓡𝓲𝓯𝓽: Hidden Magic – Story | Hidden Magic – Character Files | Hidden Magic – Information
𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭': Mikey 9 ©DAZ Oso Filatoon Beard ©Oso3D dforce Dark Assasin ©DAZ/fjaa3d XF Crow Lace wings ©DAZ/xtrart-3d Wolfskin Boots ©DAZ/Barbara Brundon/Umblefugly HS Mirage Strands Hair ©DAZ/Hair Studio DAZ Crow ©DAZ
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Comments (11)
cool POV of the action. great story with it.
smile, thankyou so much for stopping and reading. For a better understanding, you might want to take a look at the introduction with these two pictures :-) 1rst image: Paulina tells: https://www.renderosity.com/gallery/items/3225434/hm-1 2nd image: Hidden Magic - The great Rift: https://www.renderosity.com/gallery/items/3225435
Wonderful series!
Thank you! Glad the image resonates with you :-)
I like the idea this character, nice take on this genre and curious to see what lays ahead :)
Excellent :)
Thank you, that’s motivating. :-)
Great story! Excellent work!
thanks a lot for your kind words :-)
Cool Filatoon!
Thanks a lot :-), nemesis :-) - have a nice sunday
You too! :)
thx :-)
Love the toon style.
thanks al lot, poser4me :-) I´m realy glad you like this bit unusual style :-)
I can't read that stories much but I can say, what a beautiful work
Smile, thanks for every secound you spent on my art. Not eveybody has time to read stories :-) also that here is a picture galery. I know this. :-) so, thx for visiting and kind words. If you ever have the time and inclination to read something again, just drop by :-). Have a great start to the new week...
I really like the look of the illustration here - well done! And the story is superbly written as well.
Smile, thank you so much. I'm really glad you like this completely new style of illustration for me. I wanted to find a practical use for Filatoon in connection with my older fantasy story.
I loved working on this chapter – More about the Ravenlord is coming soon! 😊
Love the interaction shown here, very powerful bond between him and the ravens
Thank you for stopping by and for reading the prologue. Yes, the Ravens and their Ravenlord are a powerful team, stronger than you might initially think... :-)