The mark on the Child of Balance’s forehead split in half.
CRACK!
Silver light exploded.
Golden light followed.
The little girl screamed.
Pain shot through her body.
“Mommy!”
Selena immediately held her.
Damian dropped to his knees beside them.
“Sweetheart!”
The Child of Balance trembled violently.
The two halves of the mark floated above her head.
One silver.
One gold.
The stranger from the Outer Realm froze.
“No.”
The First Dream’s face lost all color.
The original Creator whispered:
“It can’t be.”
The second Creator stared in disbelief.
The Devourer’s eye widened.
Even Luna stopped crying.
Something impossible was happening.
The Child of Balance cried into Selena’s arms.
“It hurts.”
The First Dream instantly appeared beside her.
His hand touched her forehead.
