Raven Branwen, cloaked in her usual enigmatic aura, found herself inexplicably drawn to the abandoned shrine. The air was thick with magic, as if the very stones were alive with energy. As she approached, her eyes fell upon an ornate lamp, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed softly in the moonlight. Curiosity overcame her usual caution as she reached out to touch it.
In an instant, a brilliant flash enveloped her. The world spun, and she felt herself being pulled into the lamp, her very essence transformed. When the light faded, Raven found herself within an expansive, ethereal realm—a world inside the lamp. She was no longer just Raven Branwen; she was now a genie, bound to the whims of those who would summon her.
Weiss, always seeking power and knowledge, had heard whispers of the magical lamp. Her heart raced as she spotted the shrine, her mind racing with possibilities. She approached the lamp with reverence, brushing off the dust with a delicate hand. As she did, the lamp vibrated and emitted a soft, inviting glow.
"What secrets do you hold?" she mused aloud, her voice tinged with excitement.
To her astonishment, a mist emerged from the lamp, swirling in vibrant hues before coalescing into the form of Raven. Her eyes, now gleaming with an ethereal light, locked onto Weiss.
"You have freed me, Weiss Schnee," Raven intoned, her voice carrying an echo of ancient power. "And in return, I shall grant you three wishes."
Weiss regarded Raven with a mixture of awe and caution. She had not expected the legendary Raven Branwen to be the genie of the tales. Her mind whirred with the possibilities of what she could achieve.
"Three wishes, you say?" she replied, her voice steady yet filled with curiosity. "What are the limits of your power?"
Raven smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I can grant you wealth, knowledge, or power beyond your wildest dreams. But remember, every choice has its consequences."
Weiss considered her options, the allure of immense power tugging at her ambitions. Yet, she recalled the tales of wishes gone awry, the stories of greed leading to downfall.
"I wish for the strength to protect those I love," she finally declared, her voice resolute.
Raven nodded, her form shimmering as she channeled the wish. Power surged through Weiss, filling her with newfound confidence and strength.
Weiss marveled at the change within her, the realization of her first wish's impact dawning. Yet, she felt the burden of two remaining wishes, each carrying the potential for unforeseen consequences.
"Remember, Weiss, the path you choose will shape not only your destiny but the world around you," Raven cautioned, her gaze piercing and wise.
Weiss nodded, understanding the gravity of her choices. The adventure she had sought was just beginning, and with it, the responsibility of wielding her wishes wisely.
Weiss and Raven stood in silence, the weight of their pact palpable. The night was young, and the future stretched out before them, filled with promise and peril alike.
"I will choose wisely," Weiss vowed, determination in her voice.
Raven nodded, her form shimmering as she returned to the lamp. The forest, now a silent witness to their bond, awaited the adventures yet to come.
