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the dark, velvety night. In a hidden chamber deep within the fortress, a youn

extending her slender fingers. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders l

's gaze wandered to the ornate mirror hanging on the wall, its surface reflecting the moon's gentle

eyes gleamed with an unnatural hunger, and her skin seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The image of her

legacy settling upon her shoulders. She was the daughter of the night, a cre

s destined for greatness, that her fate was intertwined with the darkness that had spawned her. The moon

ng the shadows that would forever be her home. The wind whispered secrets in her ear,

e moonlight awakening was only the