Somewhere inside Clovera- a dingy, dark room.
The glow from the sparkling crystal lit her old face.
She moved her hands around the shimmering orb, watching whatever floated inside with great interest.
Her eyebrows twitched and the frown deepened.
She gritted her teeth as they kept moving and then with a loud thud, she clasped the orb, taking the glow away from it. The room plunged into absolutely darkness.
" This was not how it was supposed to be! " She yelled, visibility disturbed by some development.
" All these years I hid my true self amongst these stinky wolves. It wasn't easy. It wasn't easy making them believe I was one of their kind. Smearing my self with their dirty scent, slaving away under their ruthlessness. I have been doing this for our kind. Why then did it have
