My face was warm and tingling. A slight itch on the edge of my nose caused me to scrunch up and shift where I y. I could feel the tips of soft grass tickling the back of my neck, and it was at this moment that I realized something wasn’t right.

  I was no longer back at the construction site. As a matter of fact, I think I was…

  I opened my eyes and grimaced as the warm rays of the sun burned into my retinas. I clenched my eyes shut, cursed under my breath, and held my hand high to block out the light. Above me, I could hear the twittering of birds, the rustling of tree leaves, and the distant sound of wind chimes. All of which were familiar to me.

  Are we back home? A part of me thought. Back in Oren–?

  Don’t be fooled—Rational cut in. We’ve had dreams like this before. That damned witch might be here.

  I slowly opened my eyes again, my hand still raised and blocking the light. I began to sit up, and sure enough, I saw her. Charity. White suit and all, she stood not too far from me at the top of a hill with a lone tree. The very Sycora my brother and I used to climb —it’s pink leaves in full blossom, sparkling beautifully in the light.

  Her hands were csped behind her back, her red-and-blue eyes staring thoughtfully toward my hometown, where I could see small trails of chimney smoke rising from the distant rooftops. For a few moments, I shared this calm silence with her, my eyes fixed on the peaceful scenery before me—a vista I had surely missed and yearned for.

  Finally, I heard her clear her throat. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I blinked and turned to look at her, but said nothing.

  We have nothing to say to her; she can’t be trusted.

  “I do not bme you for not wanting to,” Charity responded, and I grimaced.

  Of course, how could I forget? She can read our thoughts. I recalled.

  Can she hear us? My goblins huffed.

  Charity smiled slightly, and I could see her canines peeking from between her rosy lips. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she said, “Of course I can, dear.” She gestured outward with a white-gloved hand. “This is our domain after all? Or really, I should say his.” She hummed, and her smile widened. “After your encounter with them, our connection to your realm has become far more tenable.”

  I blinked. “Who?” I then shook my head. “You mean my fight with Putinov?”

  Charity arched an eyebrow. “Is that what they’ve been calling themselves now?”

  Didn’t she just say they can see everything in our world? Rational asked.

  Well, clearly she’s a friggin liar. Fury rumbled quietly inside.

  Charity’s smile broadened as she turned to face me fully. “My my, your thoughts are racing miles a minute.” She reached up and tapped her forehead. “Pieces of you already fracturing?” She asked, her voice uplifting as her eyes twinkled more.

  What the hell does she know about us? My thoughts panicked.

  I bit my lip and held a hand to my head. Calm down, Luna! I tried to reason with myself.

  “I-I’m fine!” I said to Charity. “I-I think…” I mumbled then frowned. “And what do you mean… Already?”

  Charity looked at me smugly and crossed her arms beneath her chest. “Oh nothing, dear, just referring to the pattern. Encounters with them always tend to lead to these events. I’m just surprised that in this cycle it’s happening so soon.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I barked.

  Charity’s brow arched, and she hummed as her gaze turned back towards Oren. “You still don’t know?” She said, her hands folding behind her. “Your Master hasn’t expined anything to you yet?” She mockingly emphasized their title.

  “You can read my mind can’t you?” I growled as I pushed myself to my feet. “Your Father–”

  “Our Father,” Charity interjected, nodding her head slightly.

  “Piss off,” I growled, and Charity raised a finger.

  “Ah, nguage, dear.” She smirked. “Or I’ll zip your lips again.” She winked. I gritted my teeth and said nothing as she hummed. “However, you do raise a valid point.” She turned to me again, her smugness fading. “A point that I’m afraid I must concede to. I’ll retract my previous statement that Father can see everything. Instead, I’ll say that we can see most of everything; however, there are forces out there that seek to blind his vision.”

  That’s a bit of a relief. Rational sighed. So we can hide from them. We can work with this.

  Charity’s smug smile returned. “I should note, however, Luna, that after your encounter with them, the one you know as Putinov, things have changed. With the beacon lit, hope has come to our Father and his flock. The light shown from it has dashed away much of the shadows that once concealed your realm, and his presence was bolstered.”

  I grimaced. “So I failed…” My ears drooped. “Again.” I closed my eyes.

  Charity cooed softly. “No, dear, you did not. Now, we are one step closer to saving you all–”

  “We don’t need saving!” I spat, my hands curled into fists. “We don’t need anything that you have to offer, we don’t want it.”

  I don’t want it.

  “Child…” Charity said softly, her eyes softening. “You speak without knowing the truth.”

  “Then tell me!” I screamed. “For months now I’ve been told I don’t know shit! Voices in my head, people around me, keep telling me to do things without telling me anything. Even when I met with Shaed to learn the truth he still danced around everything! So why? Why isn’t anyone telling me anything?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” Charity said calmly as she began to step down the hill towards me, her voice lowering, “You are nothing but a tool to him.” I started to step back as she got down onto her knees before me, her red and blue eyes leveling with mine. “I told you, Luna. He will lie, he will cheat, that he’ll do anything in his power to get you to do what he wills. You are a weapon, a device with no agency, only a purpose.” She reached out with a hand, and I cringed away as she pced it on my shoulder and squeezed comfortingly.

  I tore my eyes away from hers. “And what about you?” I asked, “Aren’t you trying to do the same now?”

  Charity’s eyes softened more. “I have never lied, Luna. Since we’ve met, I have always spoken the truth.”

  “That’s not true,” I said, “You sent me into a dream of my past life. You tried to trick me–” She shook her head.

  “That was no lie. I was showing you what we could offer you–”

  I yanked myself away from her. “Bullshit!” I yelled. “You might be right about Shaed.” I jammed a finger at her. “But you, Putinov, whoever the fuck Father is, all of you are liars and cheats.” Charity blinked and looked at me with wide eyes. “None of you have ever given me straight answers. You either wanna shove me into a dream of make believe, or you’re sending me out on a quest blind. You’re right, I have no agency. Shaed had lied to me, a lot, but I won’t let you try and pull me into–” I waved my arms frantically at the dreamscape that was my home. “--this wannabe Matrix!”

  Charity sighed. “Luna, you are jumping to conclusions.” She shook her head.

  “I don’t care,” I said tiredly. “I don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t want anything to do with Shaed or any of this ‘saving the world’ bullshit.”

  Charity took a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet. “Then what is it that you want, Luna?” She asked.

  I snorted and shook my head. “Isn’t it obvious?” I said, and looked toward Oren, and my stomach began to sink. I opened my mouth, but pathetically, my words began to fumble. I was choking up—weeks of running, death, and destruction. Memories of rushing into peril and fighting for my life fshed before me all at once. Everything I’ve kept bottled up, stuffed behind the door with Fury, was flooding forward.

  “I wanna go home…” I moaned softly and sniffled. “I’m so… So tired…” I wiped at my eyes. “I want my Mom. I want Dad…”

  Charity blinked slowly and reached out toward me, yet I pulled myself away from her and gred. “I want this to end,” I said sourly. “This fighting, the killing, I’m done with it.”

  “Then join me–” Charity began, but I silenced her with a dismissive wave.

  “No!” I snapped. “What you and I want, are two different things.” I said after taking a deep breath and recomposing myself. “I won’t let myself be taken advantage of. From now on, I do what I want to do, not what someone thinks is the right thing for me.”

  Charity closed her eyes, took a deep breath, stood up, and stepped back. “Then I take it there’s no reasoning with you?” She asked.

  I gred at her. “Unless you drop the whole, we all gotta die to bring world peace, then yeah. There’s no reasoning.” I shook my head.

  Charity opened her mouth for a moment, then closed it and shook her head as well. “Then I shall not keep you any longer, Luna Ashflow. But know this, our door is always open.”

  “You should probably close it,” I grumbled and turned away. “And if you try and talk to me again,” I said, “Please stop bringing me back here.” I gestured to Oren. “Reminding me of home does the opposite of comforting me.”

  “You’re making a mistake, Luna,” Charity said, though I couldn’t see her face, I could sense the tension in her voice. “Do not make an enemy out of Father, again.”

  “Again?” I gnced over my shoulder. “All of you talk as if we’ve met before,” I said, irritated. “Yet, like always, no one expins anything.”

  “That’s because this isn’t the first, nor likely the st, we’ve met,” Charity said, “It’s all part of the pattern, Luna. Don’t you realize? A cycle of never ending death and misery. A cycle which we’re working to end, yet here you are, wishing to keep it going.”

  “Enough!” I spat and turned away. “I’m done here. Send me back, now.”

  Charity sighed. “As you wish,” she said and snapped her finger. Before me, the air shimmered and contorted, and from the contorsions a wooden door began to materialize. “Once you pass through that door, Father will know what choice you’ve made.”

  I stepped toward the door and gripped the handle. “Based on what you’ve told me,” I said before opening it. “He should’ve known from the start.” Without a second thought, I opened the door and stepped through into the abyss beyond the threshold.

  The click of a door closing jolted me awake. My eyes flew wide open, and I gasped for air as if breaking the surface of water, only to immediately be blinded by the ethereal blue light above me. I cringed and turned away, my arms and legs kicking beneath the heavy covers draped over me, another action I soon regretted as my muscles, and muscles in pces I didn’t even know I had, burned all over.

  “Roots take me, Luna, I’m sorry!” I heard my father’s voice from my right, along with ceramic clinking against wood.

  Hearing his voice, I tried to suck in air to calm myself and tried to wiggle an aching arm free. A rge shadow soon loomed over me, and hands that weren’t my own gripped the bedding. Pathetically, I whimpered as I felt so defenseless as the heavy bnkets were lifted off of me.

  “It’s okay, I’m here,” Father cooed. “I’m here, you’re safe. We’re all safe.”

  I slowly opened my eyes, my vision swayed, and I blinked the bleariness from my eyes as my father’s darkened form loomed over me. His expression was concerned as he reached out and cupped my cheek. “It’s okay,” he said again, “You did it. You stopped them…”

  Did we? A part of me thought.

  “The beacon has been lit, Father has heard us… Hope comes to us once again.”

  The st words that Saria had said, or… Putinov, except…

  “That isn’t my name!” I recalled them screaming.

  Then who are they? Why do they think I know who they are?

  “Luna?” My father’s voice brought me back, and I twitched and looked up at him.

  “S-sorry…” I said, my voice dry and aching.

  Father smiled and, as if knowing what I was feeling, he leaned away from me and grabbed something. A moment ter, he was back with a gss of water. Without a word, he helped me up and tipped the gss to my lips, which I hungrily gulped down.

  “Your idea to use your Mother’s vault as cover was a good call,” He said, pulling the rim of the cup away from my lips. “A lot of people are safe because of you and her.”

  I blinked and looked up at him. “What’re you talking about?” I asked, voice rough yet soothed by the cool water.

  Father set the cup down onto the nightstand beside my bed and gestured around at the room we were in. I turned my head and gazed around. My heart fluttered. Rustic wooden floorboards, smooth abaster walls lined with a sycora writing desk and dresser. It was a room reminiscent of one of our own back in Oren.

  “We-we’re in…” I gulped. “We’re in Mom’s cabin tower?” I asked, turning to Father.

  He nodded. “Yes. Lady Erianna allowed us to use her vault’s door just as you suggested before the storm arrived.”

  I cringed—the storm. God, I forgot about the storm.

  “How bad is it?” I asked, worry settling in. “I-Is everyone safe? What about Isa and–”

  Father raised a hand and shushed me. “Easy now,” he said softly, “It’s alright. The Frostwind passed over us, and so far, everyone is accounted for.” He smiled, then shrugged. “Some scrapes and bruises, and a bit of frostbite, but really we’re all okay.” He tussled my hair. “Nothing you can’t fix up.”

  I grimaced slightly as he messed with my hair. Nothing I can’t fix up? I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. What if I can’t?

  I couldn’t stop Putinov, or whoever the hell they are, and I couldn’t save Aunt Saria. God, I didn’t just fail to save her, I killed her!

  “You simply did what you had to do,” Shaed said in my mind.

  I jerked beneath my father’s hand, and he flinched. Pulling his hand away, he looked at me solemnly. “Luna, what’s wrong?” He asked.

  I gritted my teeth and gripped the bedding around me tightly. “I-I… I failed,” I said, the anxiety inside boiling over to anger. The fury I felt from the fight burned inside of me. Yet I had no one to direct it to but myself. “I didn’t stop them,” I growled.

  “What do you mean?” Father asked. “Lucien said you stopped that thing controlling Saria from overloading the generator.”

  I met my father’s eyes. “Not entirely,” I said, voice lowering. “The thing it… It emitted a pulse of something. I shut it off shortly after…” I said, omitting the fact that I did so after blowing Saria’s brains out. The memory was still too fresh. I took a deep breath. “They… Saria–whoever they were, they said the beacon was lit… Papa, something is coming…”

  My father’s eyes widened briefly. “What’s coming, Luna–”

  A knock came from the bedroom door, interrupting him. He turned to look at it. “Who is it?” He asked, then gnced back at me, as if expecting I would know anything, and I shrugged.

  Then, a muffled voice came from behind the door. It was deep and guttural, “An old acquaintance. “ Father’s face darkened, and my ear twitched upon hearing those words. The voice was familiar, low and hissing; I knew of only one other person who spoke like that. “I’ve come to see how things are faring for the two of you, Mr. Ashflow.”

  Father slowly stood up from the bed. “We are doing just fine, Lorzio.” He then side-eyed me.

  A low rumbling sigh came from beyond the door. “Excellent, I’m gd to hear this. May I step inside? Speaking through this door is quite inconvenient.”

  Father’s fists clenched slightly. “The door is unlocked, but make it brief.”

  The door clicked, and the handle began to turn. Slowly, it creaked as it began to ease open, revealing a brightly lit corridor reminiscent of that of an old castle’s interior. Its floor was made of cold, grey stone, and its matching brick walls were juxtaposed with the more cabin-like interior of my room. Standing at the threshold, silhouetted by the white light emanating from the wall behind him, was the imposing figure of Lorzio Bxen.

  The valendi smiled broadly, his razor-sharp teeth glinting with reflected ether light. His swirling eyes and slitted pupils flicked from my father to me, and back to him again.”Pardon my intrusion,” Mr. Bxen hissed lowly and stepped in, his broad frame making the wooden boards creak below him. “I promise, I will try not to take up too much time.” His rge, cwed hand reached up to adjust the tie on the suit he wore before moving further up to take off the bck bowler cap he wore.

  “What do you want, Lorzio?” Father asked, though it came off more like a growl.

  Mr.Bxen arched a brow as he briefly gnced over his shoulder and used his tail to flick the bedroom door closed behind him. “Such hostility I can feel behind those words, Slyran.” He said smugly, side-eyeing my father. “Is this how you treat your fellow comrades?”

  Father snorted and shook his head in disbelief. “Comrades? Don’t kid yourself, Lorzio. Just because I took your advice those months ago doesn’t mean I trust you or see you as a friend.”

  Mr. Bxen’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened partly as if offended.”Slyran,” He said softly, “You wound me.” He pced a hand over his chest. “I was right then, wasn’t I?”

  Father scowled. “You were, but that doesn’t make up for the past. Now, speak, what do you want?”

  Mr. Bxen sighed and shifted his gaze to me briefly, and I felt my heart tighten as our eyes met. His swirling, purple orbs were remarkably reminiscent of those found in the clouded void of the Cerebellium. As if a piece of that reality lingered within them, I felt as if I would fall into them. Pulled forward like I had done within that realm with merely a thought alone. It was almost alluring.

  “What I want…” Mr. Bxen started slowly, his eyes breaking contact with mine as he returned to my father, his expression hardening. “Is to offer your family my services once more.”

  I looked to my father, who merely blinked and shook his head again. “What?” He frowned. “And what could you possibly offer us, and why?”

  Mr. Bxen gave him a ft look. “Protection, shelter, knowledge, and whatever you could possibly need.”

  Father’s mouth opened and closed slightly like a fish above water. He looked at Mr. Bxen, dumbfounded. “What?” That was all he said.

  Mr. Bxen frowned. “Shall I repeat myself–”

  “You could’ve offered us this the entire time?” I asked and straightened up. “You came to us months ago, before any of this happened.” I gestured to everything around us. “Yet now you show up out of nowhere offering safety?”

  Mr. Bxen looked at me and shook his head. “Back then was different–”

  “Then what’s changed?” My father asked. “You seemed so adamant before Lorzio. You were begging us to leave, why didn’t you offer help then?”

  The velendi sighed. “Because back then, we weren’t entirely sure, Slyran.” He side-eyed my father. “Trust me when I say that what I did then was of my own volition. I even said it myself, the information I had given you then would’ve cost me my head. But now, I have the backing of the Sovereign’s Right. We are willing to help you.”

  “But why us specifically?” I asked.

  Mr. Bxen smiled, his razor-sharp teeth glinting in the light. “Well, that’s easy,” he said to me, his swirling eyes locking with mine. “It’s because you’re special.”

  His words echoed in my ears alongside those who’ve said the same thing in the past—Shaed, Charity, and now him.

  Why, why the hell does everyone keep saying that?! I wanted to scream.

  Because maybe it’s true? Rational thought. We’ve done so much in such a little time. Perhaps we are special.

  Mr. Bxen cackled, and his smile broadened. “No need to look so surprised,” he cooed. “I speak only the truth, Angel of Kencha.”

  “Darklord,” Father cursed, “What do you want with my daughter?” He pced a protective hand before me.

  Mr. Bxen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I’ve already stated what I want, Slyran, my apologies, but please pay attention.”

  “Do not py me for a fool, Bxen,” Father snarled. “Speak pinly.”

  The velendi’s eyes narrowed, and I swore that the swirling colors in his iris halted. “We’ve all seen what she is capable of, Slyran. As a matter of fact, a good portion of the city and even the Hein’s Guard saw what can be performed.” He gestured to me. “Your daughter is a prodigy–nay, a hero. Or at least someone who has the potential to become one.”

  Father snorted. “How fttering–”

  “This isn’t fttery,” Mr. Bxen snapped. “I speak the truth.” He looked at me. “I had seen what you’ve done at Kencha, Luna, I’ve heard the stories of those in Central Park. I have witnessed the miracles you’ve performed tonight. Someone of your talents has not been seen or heard of it in nearly two millenia.”

  I gritted my teeth and sighed. “That would be the Twilight War.” I said, and Mr. Bxen nodded.

  “In such a short period, Luna, you’ve shown many your vast potential.” He held up a cwed hand and curled his fingers into a fist. “A power that if trained and controlled could–”

  “You can hold your tongue, Lorzio,” My father growled. “I will not have you turn my daughter into a weapon.”

  “Don’t be foolish, Slyran!” Mr. Bxen snapped. “A girl with her power should not be wasted–”

  “She is my daughter,” Father barked.

  “Shut up!” I heard myself shout, startling both men and myself, and I found them both staring down at me. My heart was beating heavily in my chest, and my fingers were balled up tightly. I felt hot and sweaty, as if the room's temperature had risen dramatically. My breathing was heavy, and I hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m tired of everyone deciding my actions for me…”

  Father’s face faltered a little and softened. “Luna, you have to understand, that you’re my little girl. It’s mine and your mother’s duty to decide what’s best…” He trailed off as I glowered at him.

  “Father, after what had happened, do you really believe I’m what you think I am?” I said, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bxen’s sinister grin as razor-sharp teeth peeked out from beneath his scaly lips.

  He knows something, a part of me thought, and I turned to him. “What’re you grinning about?”

  Bxen cackled and hissed before shrugging. “Nothing, dear, just that… You remind me so much of your mother,” he cooed and leaned in, his razor-sharp smile widening. “So fiery and full of gumption, at such a young age as well. I can see why my employers have taken such an interest in you.”

  His what? I blinked.

  “Luna,” My father leaned in. “You cannot trust him. Believe me when I say the best thing to do is just to tell him to leave.”

  “That would be a mistake, dear, and you know it.” Mr. Bxen hummed his words, echoing Charity’s. “That being you encountered, they aren’t sin so easily.”

  I frowned. “What do you know about, Putinov, or… Whoever they are? What are they?”

  Mr. Bxen hummed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not Enoran, that is for sure. A being of pure ether, or so that’s my employer’s working theory. We’ve been calling them Prophets.”

  My heart sank. Prophets? As in more than one?

  “How many of them are there?” I asked.

  Mr. Bxen shrugged. “We don’t know. Could be one, or a dozen, perhaps hundreds. All we know is that over the course of history, beings such as what you encountered earlier have appeared.”

  Father pursed his lips. “And when was the st time a… Prophet has appeared?” He asked hesiantly, almost as if he knew the answer, and I feared I did too.

  Mr. Bxen bared his fangs in a wide smile. “Two thousand years ago, during the Twilight War.” He turned to me. “When the st heroes walked Enora.”

  My heart sank into the pit of my stomach, and I shook my head. “Wai-wait… You’re saying that guy showing up is because of me?” I asked, though it was pointless. I knew the answer already. I heard Putinov call me an anomaly. I heard him mention how he was seeking me.

  Really, what I should’ve been asking was why?

  Why did he want me?

  What did he need from me?

  And had I truly seen him before?

  Mr. Bxen nodded. “That’s what I and my employer believes, which all the reason why you should come with me.”

  “By the Seven, Luna, don’t listen to him.” Father growled. “He’s stringing a bunch of coincidendces together. He’s trying to manipute you.”

  “What’ I’m doing,” Mr. Bxen purred. “Is trying to expin what is best for all of Enora. Not just Heinmarr, Luna,” He said. “Our scribes have uncovered so much information regarding these Prophets, and what their arrival entails. If you come with us, we can educate you and train you on how to deal with them, but…” Mr. Bxen trailed off, his smile fading, his eyes hardened, and met my gaze. “I will respect your decision if you decide not to come, even if I do believe you’re making a mistake.”

  “They just want to use you, Luna,” My father said, worried. “Your mother and I tangled with his bunch before. Believe me when I say he is not to be trusted.”

  “Then was different,” Mr. Bxen said ftly, “This is now. So, what will it be?”

  My clenched teeth ached. I looked to my father and noted his concern, then back up to Mr. Bxen’s cold and stern expression. His smugness was gone, in its pce was a hard, calcuting look devoid of all emotion.

  Mr. Bxen knew so much that it seemed about what was going on. He and his group, whoever they were, could probably help in stopping whatever Shaed was so concerned with–

  Shaed. He hadn’t spoken since the encounter with Putinov. For the briefest of moments, I recalled him returning.

  “I am still here…” His voice entered my mind, distant and tired. “I am always present, in a sense…”

  Then you can help me, I thought to him.

  Yeah, Rational added. We’re stuck in a rut here– I shooed the stray thought away.

  Shaed hummed softly, a sound I picked up on whenever he was deep in thought. “Fascinating. I feared your sanity would’ve taken a toll when the materium broke apart. Yet, you’ve done a decent job in piecing yourself back together, mostly…”

  Excuse me? I frowned.

  He means we’re held together with duct tape and a wad of gum.

  “As I said, mostly…” Shaed grumbled. “What is the issue…?”

  Can’t you see what’s going on? I thought you could see and hear everything I’m looking at? Shifted on the bed.

  “Trouble deciding?” Mr. Bxen asked with a slight purr, his grin slowly returning.

  “Don’t rush her!” My father barked.

  “Shut it, I’m thinking!” I snapped at them both.

  “Somewhat…” Shaed said tiredly. “If you cannot tell, things as of te have taken a toll.”

  Then get some coffee or something. I thought as I pursed my lips.

  “If only it were that easy… Now, there we are… I see,” He said like a clerk sifting through their emails. “Intriguing.”

  What? I thought.

  “I’ve seen this man once before.” Shaed hummed.

  I perked up. “In my memories?” I asked out loud, surprised.

  “Excuse me?” Mr. Bxen asked with a tilt of their head.

  I jerked and blushed and waved my hand to the side. “Disregard that!” I said.

  “No. You fool,” Shaed hissed. “Silence yourself now, or else you’ll make things troublesome for us both.”

  Is he bad? I thought and got out of bed.

  “Luna what are you doing?” My father asked.

  “I need to think,” I said, and gnced up at Mr. Bxen. “Am I allowed to do that?”

  Mr. Bxen’s smile returned. “Take all the time you need, but please,” he hummed. “Do get back to me before you go.”

  I nodded. “Right. I won’t be long… Papa,” I looked to my father. “Where’s the bathroom?”

  “The Seven Heroes, avatars of the seven gods the devout cimed them to be. Renowned individuals from every part of the globe, drawn together with a singur purpose. To protect us from the Dark One, and to free our world from the Twilight.” - Legend of the Seven Heroes, Sybil Longthram.

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