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"There is power in your veins and chariots running through your blood. Run. Find the Light. Find the Dark. Find Time. Our small savior." She whispered to the small basket beneath her. Her starlight was in that basket Her fragment of hope lay there asleep She lifted the child that lay there and held them She knew her fate. But not of her child's. With that in mind she hid the small being She did only what a mother could When ignorance came out to feed.