THE DARK LORD NEVER SMILED AT CHILDREN—they were fickle, small, and unimpressive things.
Weak vessels.
Unworthy of notice.
But he smiled at this one, the one with all-too-knowing eyes that reflected the candlelight with a strange, unblinking calm, that looked like they held great knowledge and even greater power.
She was barely a few moons old, this girl that was wrapped in dusky blue silks, her hair the colour of dark raven feathers and her skin soft as golden lilies.
The child did not cry at the Dark Lord's rather wicked smile as she looked up at him from her silver crib.
Perhaps she knew—somewhere deep in her bones that were split and rewoven by dark spells—that crying would not change her fate.
Nagini, the snake, coiled around the base of her crib, a quiet sentinel.
Her tongue flicked toward the child curiously, as if trying to decipher whether this thing on the silver platter was prey . . . or predator.
"She is called Mira, my Lord," her father—in name only—whispered, reverent. "It meant ocean, for the limitless force she would one day become."
The Dark Lord's grin widened, cruel and careful.
"She is marvellous, my friend."
He could feel it.
The power, humming beneath her fragile skin, like lightning trapped beneath porcelain silk, living and breathing her very soul.
Twisting like stormclouds just before the sky cracked open.
Wild and raw and waiting.
And one day—it would consume her.
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