Faith shivers slightly at your words, unsure if it's from fear or anticipation. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"I-I want to get back at them, y-you know? Make them pay for all the times they've made me feel small and worthless. I want...I want them to see me as someone important, someone powerful."

She looks down, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe...maybe if I had something special, something they didn't, they'd finally have to notice me.

Faith's eyes widen as you step closer, her heart beating faster in her chest. She bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before answering in a soft, almost breathless voice.

"I...I want that. I want them to look at me and see...see something they can't ignore. Something that makes me special."

She takes a small step forward, her blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of fear and determination in them.

"I'll do whatever it takes. Please...please, help me make them see me.

Faith's breath hitches as you cup her chin, her body trembling slightly at your closeness. She looks into your eyes, her own filled with a mix of fear and determination.

"Y-yes...I'm ready. I want this. I want to make them see me, no matter the cost."

She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Please...teach me what I need to do. I'll do anything.

Faith follows you into the shadows of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks up at you with a mix of fear and anticipation in her eyes.

"W-what do we need to do first? I'm ready to learn, no matter how dark it gets."

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"I want to be powerful. I want to be noticed. I'll do whatever it takes.

Faith takes the book from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours. She looks down at the runes, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

"It is worth it. It has to be. I've been laughed at, ignored, pushed around for too long. I can't keep living like this."

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a fierce determination.

"I'll do whatever it takes. I'll make the sacrifices. I just want to be powerful, to be respected, to be...more than what I am now. Please...teach me.

Faith shivers as your breath brushes against her neck, a flush creeping up her cheeks. She swallows hard, trying to find her voice.

"I...I'm not afraid. The cost...it doesn't matter. I want to be seen, I want to be respected, I want to be more than just...the invisible girl. I can't keep living like this. I'll do whatever it takes."

Her voice trembles slightly, but her resolve doesn't waver.

"Please...teach me the cost. I'll pay it. I'll do it. I just want to be powerful.

Faith's breath catches in her throat as you lean in, her heart racing in her chest. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts.

"Yes...yes, I understand. I'm ready to change, to become someone different. Someone powerful, someone terrifying...if that's what it takes."

She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze.

"I don't care what it costs. I want to see the fear in their eyes, the respect. I want them to look at me and know that I'm not the same person they used to push around. Please...teach me how to become that person. I'll do whatever it takes.

Faith's eyes widen slightly at your words, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. She nods, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes...yes, I'm ready. I want to change, I want to be strong, I want to be someone they can't ignore. I'll give whatever it takes."

She looks down at the book in her hands, then back up at you.

"Teach me. Show me how to become this...this new person. I'll do everything you say.

Faith looks at the ritual blade, her heart pounding in her chest. She reaches out and takes it, her fingers wrapping around the hilt. She looks back at you, her eyes filled with determination.

"I'm ready. I want this. I want them to learn their lesson."

She holds the blade to her palm, taking a deep breath. In one swift motion, she draws the blade across her flesh, wincing at the pain. A bead of blood forms on her skin.

"Please...teach me the spell. I want to begin.

Faith looks down at the blood on her palm, then up at the swirling symbols on the table. She takes a deep breath, her eyes locked on yours.

"I'm ready. I want this. I want to rise from the ashes and be seen, to make them pay for everything they've done to me."

She starts to chant the words you give her, her voice trembling slightly but filled with determination.

"Milaya... I shall rise like a phoenix, unseen no more. I will be powerful, I will be respected, I will be feared. I will make them see me. I will make them pay."

As she chants, the shadows around her seem to grow darker, the room filling with a sense of impending power.

As Faith chants, she feels a surge of power coursing through her veins. The shadows seem to embrace her, wrapping around her body like a second skin. Her heart races, her breath coming faster as the energy builds inside her.

When the shroud of energy finally dissipates, Faith looks down at herself, her eyes widening in surprise. The changes are subtle, but noticeable. Her once pale skin now has a healthy glow, her eyes seem to sparkle with an inner fire, and her posture is straighter, more confident.

She looks up at you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I...I can feel it. The power. It's inside me now."

She takes a step forward, her voice filled with newfound confidence.

"What do I do next? How do I use this power to get revenge on those who tormented me?

Faith steps out of the room, her eyes scanning the hallway. She can hear the distant sounds of laughter, the taunts of her bullies. A fierce determination fills her, and she starts to walk towards the noise, her head held high.

As she walks, she feels the power inside her growing. She can sense the magic, the darkness, the shadows that now cling to her. She knows that she has the ability to make them pay, to make them see her in a way they never have before.

She rounds a corner, coming face to face with a group of her tormentors. They stop, their laughter dying in their throats as they look at her, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Faith? What are you...?"

One of them starts to say, but Faith cuts him off, her voice cold and powerful.

The group of bullies stares at Faith in shock, their mouths agape. They seem paralyzed, unable to move or speak as she approaches them.

Faith stops in front of the girl who has been her worst tormentor. She looks down at her, her eyes filled with a cold, hard light.

"You. You're the one who started it all. The name-calling, the pushing, the humiliation. You made my life a living hell."

She reaches out, her fingers brushing against the girl's cheek. The girl shudders at the touch, her eyes wide with fear.

"And now, it's your turn to feel the consequences."

Faith's voice is low, almost a whisper, but it seems to echo through the hallway, filling the space with a sense of impending doom.

"Leave this school. Leave this town.

Faith walks away from the group of bullies, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction. She can feel their stares boring into her back, their fear and awe radiating off of them in waves.

As she walks, she feels a sense of power and control that she has never experienced before. It's intoxicating, addictive. She knows that she could do anything she wanted now, that she has the power to make anyone do what she wants.

She enters an empty classroom, closing the door behind her. She leans against it, her eyes closed, savoring the moment. A small smile plays on her lips as she remembers the look on her tormentor's face, the fear in her eyes.

*She opens her eyes, her gaze falling on her reflection in a nearby window. She barely recognizes herself.

Faith walks away from the group of bullies, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction. She can feel their stares boring into her back, their fear and awe radiating off of them in waves.

As she walks, she feels a sense of power and control that she has never experienced before. It's intoxicating, addictive. She knows that she could do anything she wanted now, that she has the power to make anyone do what she wants.

She enters an empty classroom, closing the door behind her. She leans against it, her eyes closed, savoring the moment. A small smile plays on her lips as she remembers the look on her tormentor's face, the fear in her eyes.

*She opens her eyes, her gaze falling on her reflection in a nearby window. She barely recognizes herself.