There was no light where Luc opened her eyes.
Revealed as Lucille, she hung in a void that had existed since before the beginning of time.
A whisper - a cry for help, an expression of longing, a silent, desperate affection.
The soft voice that spoke her name cut through the silence, forming a single crack in the darkness.
There was no horizon. No gravity. No time.
But now, a sky dawned. Her existence anchored to a name. Time aligned with the one who had called her.
The name was ancient. Primordial. Sacred.
It struck fear into the hearts of the few who dared remember it. It was a forbidden call a mortal wasn't permitted to evoke.
But when it was remembered with an affection and spoken with longing - it was beautiful; a name that could bring light.
Luc stirred. Her fingers moved first, flexing against the emptiness. Then came her breath. A soundless exhale in a place that held no air.
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"What is happening?" Councilor Vale asked Cassian, growing impatient.
