928 The Seven Seasons

"Child of… Twilight?" 

Again, I expected something more dramatic than what was given. 

"Child of Twilight, Twilight Child, Newborn of both Day and Night, Nara'hym," Irene said, ticking off titles one after another. "You may take your pick." 

So… was that it? 

It really was just some nothing-moniker and nothing more? Not some accursed brand that'd forever damned me to an eternity of suffering? Or maybe the name of a dark wizard that'll zap your eyebrows off if you dare say it out loud or something?

"You look relieved," she remarked. "Were you expecting something else?" 

"Something worse," I muttered, nodding once. "You just never know with luck like mine."