
She was about to unleash the bubbling anger that raged inside when her sibling continued, spewing off about the moon being wrong. It was like holy water to a demon as it subdued the young girl, her body clambering up from the floor of the den. She didn't hurry, nor did her expression change all that much, but she was curious.
With a single look fired at Cian one last time and a mutterance of 'this better be worth it', Siobhan made her way to the lip of the den.
Before her, high in the sky was the omen forementioned: a red moon.
It felt all sorts of wrong, bloody in the sky as it looked down upon the world. But her belief stilled her. Rhys, one of the five and the god of fire, seemed to be influencing it somehow, but her little mind could not place the how or why. It froze Siobhan as she looked on in awe.

