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Two fathers, two countries and no place to call home.When your skin's the wrong color and eyes a hated shade of blue, life is one godsdamned battle after another.All that's kept me alive is the birthmark for which I was abandoned, the night of my birth. A Luna moth, symbol of the Mother Goddess, with its alarming potential for magic, anathema among my desert people.I worship the fierce warrior who found and named me Thea. In a moon, I turn seventeen and if he deems me worthy, will join his forces. Service alone can ensure my citizenship, and hopefully end the hatred heaped upon me. A warrior mage I've never trusted swears we've known each other over many lifetimes. He sees a different path for me-one wherein I embrace the mystical destiny my birthmark portends.Faced by this alarming possibility, I find myself asking: Can I kill those whose blood I may share? Or will this enigmatic mage, to whom I'm inexplicably drawn, convince me to set aside a life of honor for one of magic?