[ The name seizes something in her. Her jaw is tight.

She doesn't like to say it, and yet she should. Names are power, and she has let it have power over her. ]

You ask for the beginning. I keep hearing so many pieces of her tale and yet there is only ever one ending. The way the story is told should suggest it as her resurrection, but...then there is nothing. She awakens. Then nothing. As though she opens her eyes only for long enough to see the final trace of light lose itself to darkness.

[ Her knuckles are tight. ]

Everything ends.

[ A prophecy is rarely a sweet story. ]

All light would end and the world would live in darkness. The Hidden Ones would emerge and rule. Have you heard that ending?