A woman can lend a man the strength to conquer a kingdom, and bring him to his knees with one breath.

The actions of yesterday, the pretenses of tomorrow, and the presence of now, have forever added to history.

She clenches the crystal necklace that Dagna gave me, the one I always wear. “Never lose this, Harmony. It is a symbol of the beginning. The power that still lingers inside it will help you, but even as it fades, the memory of everything until now will carry you as if it were still strong.

I guess it’s worth a shot.” More than likely a wasted bullet, but I’ll fire anyway.