Far, far away, an ancient, fading power stirs.
A dying goddess, guardian of light.
She gasps, crying out, falling down in pain.
The balance is shifting.
Light is no longer light.
And the darkness, the darkness-
Stronger now than it ever was.
The heart of all chaos, somehow awakened at long last.
The few that were chosen-
I hope they are ready.
A storm is coming.
And she knows, oh, she knows-
She knows exactly who's responsible.
And it grieves her so.
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Born of starlight and shadows
FantasyStella hasn't ever exactly been "normal." Not by a long shot. But-mental problems and friend problems aside-there's something else. One really specific thing that's been gnawing on her insides for so long, convincing her that she's alone. Definitely...
