None of this had been prophesied or sponsored. No prophecy spoke of a demon king, dragon queen, one-eyed Tailor, or hartrendes twins. They were just the people who had stood up and managed to survive.
But maybe that was the secret: survive, dare to stay alive, lose all hope and still forge their own. "To the survivors, then" Zoya said to herself as they all knelt before her and chanted her name. "And for the lost."













