Blackwater Islands Who will breathe the earth we lost

morgra. first born; first to find her will; first to begin the longest battle. the girl would be a warrior one day, the listener felt, though only time would reveal her weapon of choice.

not far behind her daring firstborn, the listener appeared from the shadows as morgra completed her turtle-paced escape. ingram awaited past the den's mouth, ever watchful; her iron guardian. the typical severity of her features softened to see him lowered to morgra's own height. killers, both of them, and she knew her children would be safer with none other.

morgra, the prophet spoke to her keeper with a gesture to the pale girl. she is yours, as much as she is mine. they all are. when the time comes, you will train one of them.