Lune awoke on the valley floor. As she tried to gain her bearings, a voice resounded inside her head. "You good-for-nothing girl. I can't afford to let our bloodline die with you... So I'll be borrowing your body for a little while." The voice belonged to her dead great-grandmother, one of the most lauded mages the order had ever known. Lune shivered as memories of her harsh lessons came flooding back. The great sorceress had taken up residence inside her body, and there was nothing she could do about it.