After learning the darker side of magic from the drow mage of Kal Tirith, the mage gave her the Staff of Destiny to kill Vector with. Medea was still in need of one last thing however. Vector had a black steed-dragon, Medea needed an equal to it to ensure her victory. There were three such possiblities, the Fire Stallion, bringer of dawn. The NightMare, bringer of dream, and the Winged Steed of Destiny. Of the three, it was Crain, the winged stallion she would choose. He was the most powerful, being resistant to magic and once the steed of the lost Angel of Destiny. There was only one place she could think to look, the ruins of Destiny's city, Fate.
Drawn by the Staff of Destiny, it was Crain who found Medea. Being a creature of light, he would never serve one of the dark, yet he found it impossible to judge the girls place. She seemed both and neither. Unsure, the stallion gave her a test. Crain was telepathic and so sent her his thoughts. 'Greetings daughter. You seek me, so I will ask this of you, give the staff to me.'
Medea was torn, she needed Crain, but the power of the staff aswell. In a leap of faith, she did give him the staff. She would be well rewarded for her trust. Crain nodded in satisfaction as one of the dark would never have given up the staff. He then called upon the Goddess Caitlynne, one of the last old gods.
Caitlynne knew Medea, as her father had been a faithful follower and had been watching his free-spirited daughter for some time. The Goddess smiled upon Medea. "Your cause is just little one. I will give you powers beyond that of the staff, the power of the elements and of the goddly lightning.(came to be known as Medean Lightning later) Go now, Crain will assist you in your quest.' and with that, the Goddess put her fingertips on Medea's forehead and transfered the powers of fire, earth, air, water and that of the holy lightning and disappeared.
Crain and Medea then left the ruins and went towards the Land of Night. The once beautiful land lay in ruins and was over run with dark beings, the cries of suffering echoed forever it seemed. They come upon Vectors Tower soon enough. It was a huge, looming structure of obsidian. It looked like several huge, black thorned vines had grown twisted together. Blood was everywhere, oozing down the very walla of the tower.
Sicken by the sight, Crainand Medea decided against landing and instead, flew upwards. Once they reached the top level of the tower, Crain neighed a bold, ringing challenge that only an immortal horse could produce and was echoed by Medea's own piercing warcry. At first all remained silent, then came a deafening scream of the black dragon and thundering response of an enraged demon.
