Chapter 12 - Weapon P-3

A queen nurtures the lives of the citizens, protects them, and plays a crucial role in the generation and continuity of the kingdom.

Without a queen, there is no king, and without a king, there is no queen. They are two sides of the same coin, each essential for the other's existence and the well-being of their kingdom.

It's like behind every great man is a great woman highlighting the equal importance of both roles.

Ravenna now understood that the trials were not just about testing her knowledge or abilities, but about testing her resolve and her capacity for growth.

She realized that simply knowing the spells and having the knowledge wasn't enough. She needed to push herself beyond her comfort zone, to expand her limits and truly embrace the power within her. Only then could she become the leader she was destined to be.

"Are you ready for the challenges ahead?" the Orb asked.

Ravenna took a deep breath and nodded, feeling a new drive and a new motivation within her.

She was no longer just going through the motions; she had a clear goal and the determination to reach it.

Like a ship setting sail with a strong wind behind it, she set her sights on the future. She was ready to embrace the challenges ahead, knowing that each trial would bring her closer to unlocking her true potential and new witchcraft.

She was determined to become the powerful witch and leader she was meant to be. As the old saying goes, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step," and Ravenna was ready to take that step.

"Good, my child," the Orb said. Then, with a slightly irritated tone, it added, "But you know, I have been with you for a thousand years, even if it was in a different dimension, and yet, you haven't given me a name."

Ravenna's eyes widened in surprise, and she brought her hand to her mouth in a gesture of forgetfulness. "Oh! I completely forgot!" she exclaimed, looking genuinely innocent and a bit embarrassed.

She hadn't even thought about naming the Orb, given everything else that had happened.

She pondered for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "You are a mysterious globe that emits a faint light and gives me trials," she murmured to herself. "How about... Lumina?" She looked at the Orb, searching for approval. "It means light and guidance, which suits you perfectly."

The Orb seemed to consider the name for a moment. "Lumina... I like it," it finally said, the tone of approval evident. "It fits my role well."

Ravenna smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Thank you, Lumina," she said warmly. "For guiding me and for being my constant companion."

Lumina glowed slightly brighter, as if in acknowledgment. "Now that I have a name, let us move forward together, Ravenna. There are many trials ahead, and together, we will face them all."

"Now you understand what you will need to create," Lumina said, satisfaction evident in its tone.

"Yes," Ravenna replied.

After naming the Orb, Lumina, Ravenna knew it was time to create something significant. She realized she needed to make armor, not a weapon.

She lacked aptitude in swordsmanship and archery, but she is a master of magic. Her magic is beyond human comprehension, wielding the power of creation and destruction, yet it had its limits.

Ravenna's abilities allowed her to destroy and recreate things or create something from any magical source. She could use ordinary materials, but they would only produce ordinary results.

Materials, however, imbued with magical power, could yield high-performance items with great properties. These could be defensive, healing, or damage-dealing, depending on the nature of the magical material used.

The hair she had cut held the properties of the void, a spatial magic that allowed her to open teleportation gates and travel between space and time.

This material, imbued with such unique magic, could be used in various powerful ways.

As Ravenna grabbed her hair with her right hand and started to focus. Her mind filled with images of how her armor would look and all the features it would have.

She could feel the magic within her hair, and she was ready to shape it into something powerful.

As she concentrated, her hair began to levitate. The long strands, which had flowed like a river, started to shorten and transform.

They became small, delicate threads, swirling and swinging in the air like silk. The threads moved with a life of their own, weaving together in an intricate dance.

Ravenna watched in awe as her hair, now like fine silk threads, started to weave into cloth. The magical threads twisted and turned, binding together to form the fabric of the armor. The once long hair now a shiny material floating around her.

The threads continued to weave, creating layers of the armor. They formed a strong yet flexible fabric, capable of withstanding both physical and magical attacks.

The material, imbued with void magic, had a slight blue glow, reflecting its unique properties.

As the armor took shape, Ravenna could see its various parts coming together. The chest piece, strong and protective, the arm guards, flexible yet durable, and the leg guards, offering both protection and freedom of movement.

Each piece was perfectly crafted, designed to fit her body and enhance her magical abilities.

The process was slow and meticulous. Ravenna's focus never wavered as she guided the threads with her mind, ensuring every part of the armor was perfect.

She added features like pockets for storing magical items and reinforced areas for extra protection.

This pocket was no ordinary storage but a dimensional pocket, akin to an inventory. Linked to the void property of her hair, it served as an extradimensional attachment to her, where she could store non-living items securely.