Nova didn’t know what to believe. She had grown up hearing the same stories of the Night Wood for decades. To have the rules change now, after centuries of irrefutable stability, was a shift too incredible to fathom. Especially so soon after another once-in-a-lifetime event that she was a witness to herself; the Flowers of Prophecy refusing a Naming. Things were changing, shifting, and that scared her. What did it mean, and what part did she have to play in it?
