PROLOGUE

I am Hecate.
The only descendants of Titanes Perses and Asteria.
Goddes of magic, witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, moon, and the night.
A voice appears as deep as the ocean, as thin as the wind, and as heavy as the earth. Lucine cannot open her eyes yet her body stops shaking. Her breath is still choked up on her throat.

I, Hecate, choose you Lucine Maeveen Axworthy as my last temple.
I bless with magic without limit.
Children of the night are yours and yours only as loyal warriors.
Punishment is for them who denied you.
And you are one of the moon goddesses righteously like Artemis, Selene, and Nyx.