“The Light of the White Moon calls upon you, little girl. Cease your prayer and pick up the sword.” Marked by Fate, Graced by the blood of a Wyvern and a Human, And blessed by the Moonlight. Amidst the ashes of burnt memories, Myr had one singular goal: “Will I be able to save Mother if I take it up?” The Moonlight looked down upon Myr with a smile. “Only if you will it to.” ===New chapter at least once a week.Cover art by @PurpleHorn on Twitter