Nemul would oft pass by her child, hidden from view. But just a quick glance was all it took.

Hanging off the balance bars, three szns young. A yet ungraceful Ecco takes a deep breathe, looking through the windw of the tall classroom. Near the top was a view of a wide bridge between buildings, vines dripping over it’s edge. A quick glint of light froze her, a round disk. Nemul. Slow, paced steps away from her, almost dragging the large disk on the ground. A smear of red.

She almost fell off the bars. The light never killed mortals. It never danced in blood.