Standing atop the charred battlements of what had once been her castle, Aria stood with the great wounds of many conflicts and betrayals. She was destroyed. Early dawn light slink across the horizon, softly, somberly bathing the destruction. Still, a great fire raged within her even as the ashes of war faded. She realized in that silent, terrible moment that every decision she had taken in the furnace of turmoil marked her legacy as Crescent Alpha, not only by the successes she had won or the slaughter she had seen.