"Ma… ma… ma… ma… ma… kha… kha…"
A woman with long black hair and glowing crimson eyes stepped forward slowly. Across her chest was a wrap, holding a baby with fiery red hair. The child tilted her head upward, eyes wide as a bright light streaked through the sky toward them.
"Stal…" the baby murmured.
"I thought they could handle this without me," the woman said softly. A weapon began to form in her right hand—its dark shaft extending and curving at the end into a long, gleaming blade. A scythe.
Her left hand gently supported the baby's head. "Now, Vienne… do you want to see the stars?"
"Stal…" the baby echoed again.
Morganna smiled faintly, and a dark crimson aura coiled around her body, pulsing like living fire. In the next instant, a pair of wings unfurled from her back, black and red energy trailing behind them. With one powerful motion, she kicked off the ground, shooting into the sky in a blur of color and light.
