Allyson sat in the comforting darkness of the old vaults under the city. She drew her shawl around her shoulders as she thumbed through her grandmother’s old leather volume she had found hidden in her mother’s wardrobe. She mouthed words to old spells and wove her hands in complicated patterns, after she had finished secretly delivering the last of the files to the people who needed to be reminded they came from a line of sorcerers. She was going against the Council, but magic needed brought back to Lunestra. And not just magic, but the sun itself. She had found a spell.