The Guardian of the Moonguard; an ancient spirit made from the Moon Goddess's own shadow, slowly opened her eyes. As the sleep of many centuries faded, her gaze swept across the dark room. Finally, she felt a sudden warmth return to her heart: her link to the Moonguard was back.
That same night, as Lara slept beside Thornak in his chambers.
The guardian appeared to them in a dream.
They stood together in a large hall. Light poured through the crystal windows. And fire pots stood at the corners.
From the far end of the hall, the Guardian floated in. She looked like a tall, mystical woman. Her skin was blue, and her long white hair flowed like a river down her back. From her shoulders spread great white wings that shone brightly.
She wore a flowing silver dress. In her hands she held two crescent-shaped staffs of white light, and at her side stood two wolves made of smoke.
"The fated ones are here," she said.
Her words filled the hall, stretching and fading like an echo.
