It has been nearly two decades since the sun had last risen. Two decades since the Moon Queen claimed our planet as her own and shed her light on our homes. She destroyed the Sun Kingdom like it was an ant hill, banishing warmth forever.

Today marks eighteen years. Of what, I’m not really sure. To the Moon Queen and her people, it means a successful eighteen years of another planet conquered. To us, it means eighteen years of imprisonment. An eternity left to spend in the cold.

Neve is one of the only planets that the Moon Queen has left to take over. But Lady Snow and her court will not go down easily. She will put up a hell of a fight, and probably get the other five (considerably weaker but still helpful) free planets to fight with her. I wish we could ally with her. She’s one of the only rulers left with enough reason to make a good argument. Everyone else—including our King—is blindsided by the Moon Queen’s “good” intentions.

If only I could help. No one besides me in this universe knows about my power. I can bat an eye and a man will cripple at mere thought. I can snap my fingers and stop a heart or tangle windpipes. I could clap my hands and end the Moon Queen once and for all.

But that’s just my problem. I can only handle one person at a time. If I kill her, I get to deal with her angry army of men that have been tampered with and inserted with all sorts of microscopic technology that is borderline dangerous even to my power. And that’s not even considering her guards.

But I will find a way, I will make a plan. Because if no one else is willing to do it, then I guess I am.