Darkness bleeds from the horizon. A vast shadow rolls over the sea. Not water but something older. Devouring the moonlight. The only thing standing against it is a Girl. 16, Scarred, and elegant. Floating above jagged stone, silhouetted by the stars. Radiant and mortally wounded. Her hands grip a baton. Glowing with the light of the cosmos. It pulses with power too large for her frame. See more