The silver light pouring through the Gate of Origins grew brighter until no one could keep their eyes open.
The underground city disappeared beneath the brilliance.
The broken pillars...
The shattered statues...
The battlefield stained with blood...
Everything vanished beneath a sea of radiant white.
Aria instinctively shielded her eyes.
"Mother..."
Her voice trembled.
The word escaped her lips before she could stop it.
For twenty years she had dreamed of this moment.
Twenty years of wondering what Queen Lyra's voice truly sounded like.
Twenty years of imagining what it would feel like to hear her call her by name.
Now...
That impossible dream stood only a few steps away.
The gentle voice echoed again.
"Come, my little moon."
Tears streamed down Aria's face.
Without think
