And she who is of unnatural being, skin pale as the sky of winter morn, hair dark as the fruit of deadly nightshade, eyes light as the clouds of swirling storm. In the time of midnight day, her black blood spilt across the sacrificial stone shall bring an end to pain and suffering and shall light the world in a way unthought of by man.
—Bhavisya, a Caligoson Prophet
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Short StoryLong ago, a prophet predicted that a girl would be born who would change the world forever. When Rayne, a hunter, discovers Deidamia, a child who fought death and won against all probability, she believes she may have found the subject of the prophe...
