**Dust and Light—Twelve Titans Music**
Sometimes, it felt like that night never happened.
Like Rashel never cut off the heads of five battle rank mages like they were nothing.
Like her mother's hands were not ripped away from her so cruelly.
Like she was never a witch to start with.
Like she never had a little sister barely a day old born Freya.
Maybe all her life, she had been Elara Thorne not Ember AshFall.
Whether it be her training or her eventual moulding, she had managed to believe that lie. The lie that she was someone else.
That was until those nights, so rare, but occurring periodically enough, rolled by….
Plunging her into nightmares she refused to believe or dream. Nightmares of a man in a dark cloak with unforgettable eyes that brimmed with cold fire.
The man who had come with the chilly wind, snuffing out the fire of her coven like it was never nothing in the first place.
