𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑
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In a world where magic-wielders are prosecuted and branded with the punishment of death, the...
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"MOTHER ALWAYS SPOKE OF STARS."
THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF THEM, ALL RECORDED IN BOOKS.
SHE WOULD POINT AT EACH FOR ME, THEIR NAMES TOO FLUENT ON HER TONGUE; SHE KNEW THEM SO WELL.
I REMEMBER HER SOFT VOICE WHISPERING IN MY EAR LATE AT NIGHT, HER HAIR LIKE TENDRILS OF INK WHICH GRAZED THE WIND. I REMEMBER HER FINGERTIPS BRUSHING AGAINST MY CHEEK AS SHE TOLD ME I WOULD BECOME A QUEEN ONE DAY.
AS SHE TOLD ME OF THE UNTOUCHABLE POWERS RULERS WIELDED.
AS SHE TOLD ME I WAS DESTINED FOR GREATNESS, DESTINED TO END A REIGN WHICH WOULD RAVAGE THE LANDS AND CONTAMINATE THE MINDS OF THE PEOPLE—MY PEOPLE.
SHE TOLD ME I WAS ONE OF THE STARS UP IN THE BOUNDLESS SKY.
