Like flowers toward a Sol, they turned to her. Like birds searching for a warm current, they found her. Like fish in the ocean, they swam toward her wake. She opened their eyes with her words and their hearts with the truth. She showed them that power was not outside of them, pressing down like a vast stone that could never be moved. Power was within their own bodies, their own hands, and their own minds, just waiting to be found.

But her message threatened those who preferred silence.

Those who demanded obedience.

So they stole her voice and tried to erase her name.

From The Chronicles of the Vangarde, Volume 1, Chapter 1