User blog:RosehonakuOfficial/Prologue

Sophie was tired. Tired of fighting. tired of pretending. Tired of playing this game, running this race.

But the finish line was in sight. If she was lucky. Some of her friends weren't.

They were gone. She would avenge them. She would save them. The Black Swan said they couldn't save them. But Sophie knew she could. After all, Sophie Elizabeth Foster-Ruewen was the Moonlark.