Three black Enduron horses could be seen pulling a gold plated carriage through the dead of night at full speed. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow as the only source of light during these dark hours.
A woman dressed in a maiden white and black gown could be seen holding the reins, skillfully guiding the Enduron horses.
Within the gold plated carriage, another woman sat with composed elegance, her posture refined as she crossed one leg over the other. Her flowing green silk hair cascaded gracefully down her back with immaculate beauty. Her black eyes were serene as she gazed out the window in contemplative silence.
She was Wuthenya Wargrave; the Second Moon.
Although many would never dare to travel under the shadowed veil of night, Wuthenya was different. She welcomed the darkness as though it were a part of her, an extension of her very being.
