0 ~ Prologue

The night did not frighten her because it was dark, but because it felt like home.

The girl heard him for the first time as the snow began to fall.It was a howl that cut through the silence of the night.The girl did not know much about the world, nor about herself. For a long time now, she had been little more than a vessel filled with scepticism. Every shadow was never simply there; it followed her. And that howl?It was cold, so bitterly cold, and... defiant.

Some called scepticism healthy. Like a shield one was born with, yet the girl knew how it gnawed at her from within. How it numbed her heart.

She called scepticism fear.

Scepticism had become her second skin. An unwelcome guest in her mind.It sat upon her shoulders, leaning close to whisper into her ear:

What if you are different?Not better.Just... different.

She had never understood why the moon set a fire of energy burning inside her. The forest whispered her name, yet she had forgotten it.Forgotten herself.