The sun dips beneath the horizon. A long sob echoes in the air. Kiora stands in Luce's arms. He wipes away her tears. As she pulls away from his embrace, the young Daemik peers into his emerald eyes. She adverts her gaze while feeling guilty. 'How could I forget my promise with matra?' She shakes her horns. Kiora crosses her arms and watches as the crimson moon rises in the sky.

"What a terrible child am I," she whispers. "How can any forget their own matra?"

Luce regards her ...