The burden of inheritance was never lighter than when it lay on a single, unbreakable tie one created in the flames of conflict, treachery, and love. Having worn the Crescent Mark as both a gift and a curse for as long as I could remember, I now stood at the edge of our uncertain destiny and that mark throbbed with a subdued intensity. It was a reminder of every pledge signed under starry sky, every life lost, and every sacrifice made. Tonight, I was meant to find the actual power of that relationship, not only with people I loved but with the very core of our common fate.