The ancient ritual chamber filled with silver light as Celestine raised the crystallized moonlight chalice, preparing to begin Luna's divine inheritance ceremony. But before the first words of the transformation ritual could be spoken, the temperature in the chamber dropped by twenty degrees and shadows began gathering in corners where no shadows should exist.
"How touching," a familiar voice said from the darkness, dripping with mockery and barely contained rage. "The lost little princess is about to play goddess."
Luna's enhanced senses immediately identified the intruder, even before the shadows coalesced into a familiar figure. Morgana Blackwood stepped into the ritual chamber as if she owned it, her silver hair gleaming with an unnatural sheen and her purple eyes burning with power
