I couldn't stop staring at Seraphine's hand.
The silver mark on her palm looked almost identical to mine.
For a moment, I forgot the chains.
Forgot the broken Moon.
Forgot the war raging above us.
All I could see was the woman standing in front of me.
She had once been what I was.
A Moon Weaver.
"How?"
My voice came out barely above a whisper.
Seraphine smiled.
"Curiosity."
She lowered her hand.
"I wanted to understand the Moon better than anyone before me."
"And the Goddess?"
"She feared what I would discover."
The Moon Goddess' chains rattled.
"That is a lie."
Seraphine turned toward her.
"You imprisoned me because I refused to obey you."
"I imprisoned you because you wanted to control the bonds."
"I wanted to free them."
"You wanted to replace me."
Seraphine's eye
