It was easy to figure out. Raven would need years of training, but Azarath needed her now. So I created him. Destiny. Destiny was designed to bend and twist one's destiny to his liking. A dangerous being. I was in-between light and dark, almost passing the border to darkness. Craving the glory and money of being the one to do something never accomplished. Driven by greed I used several dark spells for life, I was getting older. It was clear that it was a danger to my health, but I continued. I was still wise, but had the body of a 76-year-old man. When completed, Destiny was great. Powerful, good, he could stop anything. He was a god. Destiny was soon changing however. His angel like acting and appearance turned devious and demon like. His body was now a balance between light and dark. Confused and young, Destiny shunned his good side and went full demon. What had I done? Raven struggled to fight him, it was impossible however. She was barely a month into her training. It would take a miracle, which I believe to this day wouldn't have worked against Destiny. Atlic, one of my students, was a master of flame and was easily defeated. His years of training worthless.
It was a year later that Trigon reappeared. We struck a deal. In return of leaving Azarath and sealing destiny we would surrender Raven's mother to him. Raven was heartbroken, but she knew it was for the safety of our people. Sometimes Raven says her soul meets with her mother's wandering soul, giving her words of wisdom. The deal was done. Trigon sealed destiny and left with Raven's mother. But at the time Destiny and Trigon were the least of our problems.
Ack, shorter then usual. I know. Tory A. of wicked fire, why haven't you reviewed Legacy of the Dragons yet? It's out.