For Ever

Or maybe they weren’t there, and maybe in another universe Xialing reaches out to the rings and blue sparks fly. She is what her father has made her and something else entirely, something closer to the dragon opening its eyes under the lake. She has seen all of this before. -Wenwu made his son in his image, but he was always too much like his mother, warm and easygoing. His daughter, watching from the shadows, turned cold and all angles, so sharp you could cut yourself on her.