“Tonight, I choose to step beyond these walls,” I declare, my decision hanging in the balance of night and day. “For even a dangerous love is love, and I will not cower from its flame.”

Resolute, I rise from my chair, the tome with its dire prophecies now resting beneath the silver glow of the moon. The dawn of my new chapter is upon me, and with each step toward the door, I carry the weight of my choice and the sliver of hope that, in King Roak's shadow, I might find the light ...