Long ago, in a time when the moon was but a distant dream on the horizon, there lived a witch named Selene. She was not content with the earthly realms that others accepted as their limit. Her heart yearned for the celestial—specifically, the moon, which hung like a silver lantern in the sky, always just out of reach. She knew that with the right magic, she could claim it as her own.
Selene had a raven familiar named Obsidian, whose feathers gleamed with an inky blackness that seemed to swallow the light of stars. Obsidian was not merely a companion; he was her eyes in the sky, her voice in the wind, and the keeper of secrets long lost to time. Together, they were an unstoppable force—her ambition, and his quiet, ancient wisdom.
For years, Selene studied the moon. She learned of its phases, its cycles, and the arcane rituals that might bend its will.