Changing the currents of Fate, even by accident, comes at a heavy price.

Kean: You know, if it was just the two of us, we would be doing this moonclad, Bri.Bri: Moonclad?Astrid: Naked. Where do you think the term 'mooning' came from? Our people practically invented streaking. But you'll have plenty of opportunities to profane our ancient rituals later, Kean. For now, I don't want your hairy ass anywhere near my cornbread.Kean: You're never gonna let me live that one down, huh?

In the fairytales, when the knight in shining armor is killed defending his fair maiden, she brings him back to life with a magical kiss, and they live happily ever after. But this wasn’t that sort of fairytale.

Words came to her from outside of memory; they fluttered against her heart like a rush of wings and soared from her voice in a song she'd never known. A song she'd always known. She hummed the incantation, and the force of magic behind it erupted in a crescendo through her blood. Every cell in her body vibrated with pure joy. I have lived this before. This is my destiny. I am Zyne.