True Power Unknown

Ashraven's Shift

A chill ran down Ashraven's spine as she emerged from the star. Dawn was breaking for the first time in days as she arrived in Svalbard, the small village waking from its long slumber. This winter had been cruel, she could see it in the eyes of the early birds.

"Sir," she asked a passing fisherman. "What is the name of this village?"
The man stared at her blankly before walking away.
"Rather rude." She commented to herself before hurrying to the center of town.

She pressed by the people on their commutes to work and school, trying to get to the center before it became crowded. Not knowing the language the signs were written she asked a young boy in fea tongue.

"Sorry to stop you, but where is the town square?" She asked quietly to a young boy bundled almost to the point where he couldn't walk.
"You speak the fea tongue?" He asked her in return. "Svalbard is the only area in the world to still use it."
"Yes, I do speak in the fea tongue." She said with a sweet smile.
"The town center is two blocks north, and then take a left and you should see it." The boy said, pointing her in the way of the town center.
"Thank you!" Ashraven said.

She wished to thank the boy before sending him off, so using her magic she formed a snow lily before giving it to him. "Snow lilies never wilt. It's a symbol of thanks in the Valo tribe of the fea."
"Are you the one, prophesied to reclaim Norway and Denmark under the Valo?" He asked tilting his head.
"I am." She said with a humble tilt of the head. "I promise to make this land in such a way that your voice is heard." She said with another kind smile.

"I best be off," the boy said taking the snow lily, "thank you Miss!"
She waved him away as she rushed to the town center. There she beheld the statue that marked the point where The Fea Fire had been burning for thousands of years, before the Tumma attacked. She ran her fingers along the edge, reading the prophecy of the new Valo Empire.

A woman tall, pale, and cloaked in fur white as snow, shall reignite this flame on the 23rd day of the 2nd month on the 2019th year after the birth of Jesus the Nazerian.

She was a tall, pale woman currently cloaked in fur white as snow. It was the 23rd day of the 2nd month of the 2019th year after the birth of Jesus the Nazerian. All she needed was flint, and fishers- epically on cold days such as this one- loved to smoke.

So she ran to the shore, feeling the whipping, salty wind run through her platinum blond hair. How she wished for the wings of an Osprey at this time, the ability to soar over every one and never have to look down. But now as a human, she ran. The shore was packed, fisherman clung to any open spot by the dock and the clatter of people moving about filled the air, along with the smell of burning tobacco.

She mustered up the bravery to tap a gruff, stout, and grumpy sounding fisherman on the shoulder and ask for flint.

"Sir," she said, tapping the old man on the shoulder, "do you have a flint I may borrow?"
"Why would a young girl like you need a pipe flint?" He said. "Only reason you'd need to is to try and ignite that pit in the town center!" He chuckled.
"Sir, that's why I need it." She answered, hopefully.
"Only a fea can do it, there hasn't been one in a thousand years!"
"But-"
"Unless you're that girl Kasper was screaming gave him a snow lily," he said with an eye role, "then that ain't even sparking!"
"But sir, I am the girl that gave Kasper the snow lily!" She urged. He just started at her for a small moment before tossing her the flint.
"Don't loose it!" He yelled before she sprinted away.

She sprinted once more to the town center, ready to claim what two things were hers. She'd wondered if the earth would call her soon, if it would tug against her ice before she'd make it to town.

As she pressed forward her arms felt heavy as if filled with lead. Those wings would come in handy now, though at the moment she shifted using her fae senses to her advantage. Weaving through the crowds with ease as she slide on ice. Though she wasn't able to fully stop before she slammed into the fire pit.

She quickly brushed herself off, pushing her white blond hair behind her ear. She lifted her hand into the air, causing a large flash of light and ice.

"Jeg, Ashraven, forkynner for å herske rett og rettferdig for dette landet. For the Valo, for Älskade kvinna, this Fea Fire shall burn until our reign on earth comes to a close!" She said striking the flint and setting the pit ablaze.

People gasped and gawked, a Fea ruler, in Svalbard.

"Ashraven, what will become of Svalbard?" Young Kasper asked.
"It will be the center of the Valo empire. Our most treasured land. The people of Svalbard will be know as the court of the Valo!" She announced, looking at the boy.
"Here Miss, for the royal crown. An osprey feather." He said handing her the gift.

She picked up the feather and placed in in her hand before leaping into the air and shifting into her new osprey form.

The Valo empire had just begun.