prologue

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3rd person POV

The woman was in labour for a second time, screaming in agony. Her husband held his 10 month old daughter, his little girl as she had another man's child. Her husband didn't know but hoped that it was identical to her so there would be no chances.

With one last push and scream, a piercing light erupted. The newly born girl glowed, surrounded by light, a blue light coming out of her. It felt like a caress to the child.

Outside the eclipse reached its peak, at midnight. The child blessed by the moon was born, balancing the scales that had been tipped centuries ago.

A child born, blessed by the moon. The child born at midnight, not touched by the sun.
Bring light and peace to a war torn world, battling and thriving in a world she would forge a new with those who were friend and foe. The Liberator. The Light. The Leader.

                          Their saviour

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