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Born under the light of a silver moon. The first act of ill omen, and the first life she is said to have taken. Unwillingly. 

That light marked her forever. Flesh and hair branded under the pale visage of the heavens, reflecting on the moon-touched heiress. The Curse of the Silver Moon.

"Your sight shall be marred, such that the daylight will turn you blind."

And so it was.

"Your skin shall be marred, such that the rays of the sun will burn it with ease."

And so it is.

"Your soul shall be marred, such that all you do will only result in misery and disappointment."

And so it will be.

And yet, the white raven of Clan Umeneri pressed on. For better or for worse. Neither spiritual nor physical scar stopped her in her relentless thirst and desire to prove she could rise beyond what Fate supposedly had in store for her.

She will continue. Until she is broken.

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