Luna trained her body during the day without any kind of supervision from Raven.

In the evening though, Raven would teach her everything she needed to know about manifesting her magic spells. The key was to develop spells inside her mind first. Only then can someone use their spiritual energy to make them real.

Each spell consumes spiritual energy at a different rate. Some require a constant use, these are spells that last for a duration of time.

Other spells like fire blasts are one time uses. Each blast would consume a set amount of energy to activate. After its use, you'll need to make another one.

Spells that last for a duration of time are usually used for temporary body or weapon enhancements. Increasing the durability and performance of the object it's cast upon.

The level of each spell is determined by the amount of spiritual energy it consumes. Magic casters, or as Raven says is the proper name, magic weavers, weave spiritual energy into spells.

Luna had been confused before this point, with Raven using the terms magic a spiritual interchangeably. However, she explained that magic refers to the spells, while spiritual refers to the energy inside you.

"Okay. Keep going." Luna says. "I ran it through my head a few times. I think I'm starting to understand this."

"I would hope so, I don't like repeating myself." Raven massages the spot where her temples used to be. "Make sure you pay close attention."

"To make your first spell you have to do more than to change the shape of that orb you have. You have to change its properties. Just because you can use the spell in your mind, doesn't mean you can use it in the real world."

While Raven was talking, Luna had already started to work on the spell in her mind.

There's a glowing light in the palms of her hands, and as she takes a closer look at it, she notices it's made up of thousands of strings of energy.

At first it looked like a jumbled mess, but then she realized she can connect the strings together in an infinite number of ways.

She works diligently, but she feels as though nothing is working.

Luna's eyes open when she hears Raven shouting. "ARE YOU LISTENING?"

"Sorry. I was trying to decipher the pattern of the strings."

"There is no pattern. You have to figure out the starting shape. Everyone's shape they need is different. Here, place your hand on the floor and pour energy into it."

Luna does as she commands. A complex pentagram etches itself into the concrete.

"See? That's the starting shape you need for all your spells. Once you copy that, you can start weaving magic spells."

"Okay? Can I weave magic spells that I want to have?"

Raven shakes her head. "Not yet. While the strings themselves are random, you need to weave them into a language your spiritual body can use in tandem with the real world."

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Raven wattles over to a wall and writes two sentences onto it, each in a different language.

"We have the language of your spiritual body, and the language of the physical world. The weaving process acts like a bridge between the two. Essentially, you are making a third language which can be read by both. Obviously if using the term language here as a metaphor."

"So what does the pentagram have to do with this?"

"Think of it as a reference point to decipher this third language. It's far too complex for anyone to understand, that's why it takes trial and error to make a spell."

Raven continues.

"Spells can be written on paper and copied by anyone with the same magic type. You only have to make small adjustments because they have a similar language. However, special types are rare, so there aren't as many spells written down. So for now, you'll have to make your own."

"Alright." Luna says sounding slightly confident in herself. "How long will this take?"

"It depends how good you are at it. It can take a few months to a year."

"That long?"

"It's a new spell your making, what did you expect?"

Luna can't help but feel disappointed. The path that lies ahead of her feels like an endless mountain.

She won't give up on obtaining power so easily. She's tired of this city taking everything from her. It's time for her to take it back with interest.

Tom walks into the room after spending most of the day scavenging for food. He's starting to get used to Raven's harsh personality. Seeing Raven push Luna to her limits only showed him how much Raven cares about her student.

"I can't go back." Tom speaks outloud to whichever one of them is listening. "Out there I mean. Tom shows them the Twin Blade gang tattoos on his right hand. "A lot of people know me. Once word spreads about what happened, rival gangs won't think twice about hunting the rest of us down."

"Excuse me? Didn't I tell you not to interrupt us?" Raven jerks her head in his direction. "It's not our problem."

"You saved him." Luna tries to knock some sense into her. "Besides, I want to liberate everyone here. And to do that, we'll need an army. An army of werewolves."

Days pass by as Luna spends most of her time training to make a spell.

Meanwhile, she had turned Tom into a werewolf. His body dawned gray and white fur. He spent half of the day training with Luna, the other half helping to gather food and supplies.

As this was happening, Luna had thought a lot about her plans. Recruiting Trey and his group was her top priority. From there, they could spread out and turn the rest of the city. After that, they would get stronger before breaking out of the city and fight the Zendarians for their freedom.

However, Luna can't stop thinking about what Raven said about her master. How he might want her to leave and stay with them.

'Being a special magic user probably isn't for my benefit. Since they are rare, I can imagine he wants to recruite as many as possible.'

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Zendarian territory.

A large room filled with many television screens are being watched by people in military outfits.

As a man stands overlooking the operation, the door behind him opens. Another man steps into the room with a woman following step for step. He has a tall and muscular figure.

Everyone on the room is on high alert when he stops in front of the man overseeing everyone them. The medals on his uniform shows that he outranks everyone here.

"Greetings, General Wenslo."

General Wenslo salutes him. "Thank you Field Marshal Burns, for coming here on such short notice."

"You had something to show me?"

"Yes, sir." Wenslo types on a keyboard to bring up the video he had seen days prior.

The screen shows a cloaked figure running around the perimeter of the walled city at an inhuman speed.

"This is what you called me here for?" Burns furrows his brows. "I wasted my precious time to see this shit?"

Wenslo starts to sweat but manages to calm himself and brings up another video.

The next one shows a humanoid figure with seven black tendrils taking out guarded complex.

"This is what I called you here to see."

Burns carefully inspects what he's seeing before speaking again. "That looks a little more troublesome."

Burns backs away from the screen before addressing Wenslo again.

"We need to capture that thing. Send in your men. I don't care if you bring it back dead or alive."

Wenslo has a bad feeling about this, but he has no choice but to do as he's told.

"After you bring it back." Burns continues. "Bomb the city. This operation has been far too costly. It's time to put an end to it."

Wenslo knew what this meant for the rest of the walled cities. Committing this act would essentially spell the end for this country's last native inhabitants. It's a genocide.