The little girl with long black hair and stark red eyes stepped fully into the grand chamber, her bare feet making almost no sound on the polished obsidian floor.
The lollipop in her hand swirled lazily between her fingers as she looked around at the gathered Ancestors and powerful beings with an innocent, almost playful smile.
The room fell into a stunned, uneasy silence.
They had called for the Lord of Gifts — the legendary being rumored to grant any desire, no matter how impossible.
Across countless realities, or the fragments that survived, there were endless stories about how the Lord of Gifts appeared.
Some spoke of a kindly old man, while others described far stranger visions, like a radiant beam of pure light.
But none of them had expected… this.
A child.
A young girl who looked no older than ten or eleven, with pale skin and eyes that seemed far too old for her face.
