Lyla
"What does this have to do with me?" I asked, though a part of me already sensed the answer.
"Your powers manifest differently from other Moonsingers throughout history. They're almost identical to Neriah's abilities." Her eyes met mine directly. "That's no coincidence. It's because you're my daughter. It's why you're carrying twins despite Moonsingers rarely conceiving."
My hand instinctively moved to my stomach. "Are you saying my babies are—"
"Special," Terra interjected. "Beyond anything we've seen in centuries."
Nanny's expression darkened. "But there's something else you need to understand, Lyla. Your power as a Moonsinger is self-destructive. The more you give in to using these gifts, the more you give yourself to darkness."
I felt a chill run through me. "What? But I've been using my powers to heal people, to fight the Ferals. Why haven't I turned evil?"
