Redemption Of The Rogue Luna
The book trembled on the desk, pages flipping on their own as a voice whispered from its depths,ancient, cold, and hungry:
Blood given, blood received. The contract is sealed, the heir has been marked.
Korra looked down at her palm, where she'd been cut. The wound was still bleeding, but now the blood ran black instead of red. And where it touched her skin, dark veins were spreading up her arm like corrupted roots.
"Kael," she gasped, fear overwhelming her. "What's happening to me?"
But before anyone could answer, her vision blurred, and the world tilted sideways.
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