Luna picked up her sword and, after a few practice swings, slid it in its sheath on her hip. She was right behind Hanovar on his way to the throne room and quickly walked straight to the pool of water.

"Are you ready?" Gnarl asked, coming from one of the long hallways.

Luna was the first to answer. "I was born ready." She had only been thinking that Spree would pay dearly for taking the tower heart. First Spree, then the world.

Gnarl looked at the others, smiling as he heard each of their answers.