A beautiful warrior woman entered the throne room, her steps confident, her dark hair flowing behind her like a river of midnight. She dropped to one knee before the Starborn King, bowing her head.
"You sent for me, Your Majesty."
The Starborn King studied her for a long moment. Few warriors had earned his respect as Wanda had. Swift in battle, unflinching in loyalty.
"Wanda," his deep voice rumbled, "I need you to go to the mortal realm."
Her head snapped up, eyes widening. "The mortal realm?"
Wanda's heart pounded. It must be a mission of grave importance. For the mortal realm was a dangerous place, one she had only heard about in stories told by the elders. To be sent there was no simple task, it was exile.
Wanda bowed her head again. "As you command. What is my mission."
The Starborn King leaned forward, his gaze unyielding. "You are to deliver a warning and find the Moonguard."
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