THE CURSED ONE
With each step, her divine form began to soften, shimmer and fold inwardly, until she became a stream
of living light that flowed upward, merging with the moonbeam shining through the high dome.
Crysta shielded her eyes as the Moon Goddess rose like a ray of dawn piercing the heavens.
“Be safe, My lady.” Crysta whispered into the fading brilliance. “ And may your child listen before it is too late.”
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The beam of light fell through the sky like a ribbon of pure radiance, slicing through clouds, falling, dimming. Until, it touched the earth just outside of Blackmoon pack borders.
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