I followed Fate toward the True Shard, breathing unevenly, my hands trembling. It was strange how ordinary everything seemed. Korra and R'lissea were waiting behind us, Magic was still examining the formation, and somewhere beyond the broken cathedral walls, Enusia was beginning its first minute without the old World Shard. We had done what we'd come to do. The next step should have been simple.
I'd spent so much of my life looking toward the next step. When I was a slave, I'd wanted only to be free. Later, I'd wanted to grow stronger, to survive the church, to find some way of helping the people who had helped me. I'd promised Aurle that I would be a light, even when there was nothing else left. There were worlds beyond Enusia that needed that light, where people lived beneath the same terrible powers, and Fate was offering me the chance to reach them.
