onlight. The woman's face was familiar, yet Aria couldn't quite place her. She felt a sense of longing, of nostalgia, as if she had forgotten something important. Eira's voice whispered in

woman's face became clearer. Aria gasped, her heart skipping a beat. It was her mother, the queen of Brindlemark. But something was wrong. Her mother's eyes seemed different, her smile twisted. Aria felt a sense of unease, of foreboding. "Mother?"