They say that when you die, there are no second chances. That no matter what life has thrown at you, the end is the end. That fate was supposed to be predetermined, and no matter how hard people work, it won’t matter if the gods decided for you.

I refused to believe that, though.

There was no way I was going to let anyone determine who I was going to be, even if I was something that no one had ever seen before.

The elder council sat before with confusion on their ...