"Impossible." She's gasping. "You're untrained. This power—it should take years to develop—"
"I'm a mother." My voice carries that same harmonic quality, multiple versions speaking as one. "You threatened my children. Did you really think there was any power in this world that could stop me?"
I raise the silver blade, divine light making it shine like captured moonlight.
One strike. That's all it would take. End Morganna, end the threat, protect everyone I care about.
But something stops me.
A whisper at the edge of my consciousness. A presence that feels ancient and benevolent and amused.
Not like this, daughter. The voice is female, impossibly vast. Death is easy. Living is the harder path. And you've never chosen easy.
The Moon Goddess herself, speaking directly to my mind.
She
