Touch The Skies

(This is another Zodiac story, but...
Different from my other ones)

A pale hand touched the dial, eyes the color of honey shimmering through the darkness. It had been tipped to the side of Light for centuries, the creatures of Darkness shunned and cast away for as long as anyone could remember.
It had always been that way, ever since generations among generations could remember.

But there had never been anyone like her.
No one had sought answers like she had
No one had dared tip the balance.
No one could.
But she could.
And tip it she did.

When the line between Dark and Light is so bold, what happens to those who were never on one side at all?
And what happens when the world is turned on its head into an era it had never known?