“Sera,” Kandra whispered. “I was bringing water to one of the midwives and I walked past the obelisk and I—I felt her presence. I felt as if Sera was watching me. And then markings appeared on the moonstone and I swear on my love for Mother Sun, the symbols spelled Sera. Then they vanished so quickly I thought perhaps I made them up, that in my grief I was seeing things. But you told me she was alive. And for a moment I wondered if I should have believed you.”

Leela bit her lip. She had spent so much time feeling confused and overwhelmed, but now she was seeing that there was some purpose to all these events, these changes, and that she was a part of it, and if she could just embrace that, maybe she’d discover a side of herself she never knew existed.

“Kandra,” she said, and her voice was infused with the steady thrum of her magic. “I’m going to show you something.”

She held up a glowing finger. Even though they had spent so much time together, and grown so close, they had never blood bonded. And this would be no ordinary blood bond, Leela knew. But Kandra would have to see that for herself. She would have to make the choice.

Kandra stared at her bright blue fingertip for so long, Leela thought she would balk and refuse. But she kept her hand and her gaze steady.

Please, she thought. Trust me.

At long last, Kandra raised her own finger, and as the two lights touched, Leela felt Kandra’s magic enter her, and though it was older than hers, wise and compassionate and crippled with grief, Leela once again felt her own magic was stronger. It wound around Kandra’s heart and she gasped as Leela held up the memory mirror inside her mind and showed her.

Sera.

Sera standing on the prow of a ship, gazing up at an unfamiliar night sky as the wind whipped her hair about her face. Sera’s form emerging from the pool of water surrounding the tether, her cry of joy at seeing Leela, her explanation of where she had been, her tales of the planet, her struggle to find the tether and return home. Sera’s smile, Sera’s voice, Sera Sera Sera.

“She’s alive,” Kandra gasped as the connection broke. “She’s alive.”

She collapsed into sobs, her hands clutching her face. “Leela, I am sorry,” she said, through jagged breaths. “I did not . . . I could not . . .”

“I know,” Leela said.

“What is this power you possess?” Kandra said.

“I ate the fruit,” Leela said, and Estelle let out a shocked cry. “I did not know what it was,” Leela explained. “Only that the doors told me to.”

“What doors?”

“The doors to the temple. Sometimes they form symbols that I can read.” Leela felt embarrassed all of a sudden, like she was bragging when she did not mean to.