“What is it?” he asked.
“She has no first word,” one of them muttered. “All children cry. It is the first law.”
Her first act was not a cry.
“She is not bound by your laws,” Kaelen replied, but even she felt the cold finger of dread trace her spine.
“TeSys,” Kaelen whispered, naming her. Star-breaker in the old tongue. Door-opener in the new.
“The future,” Kaelen said. “She brought it with her.”