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She's the daughter of the Green Lord. He's the son of the Lord of the Dead. Their time together was never meant to last.
When the Green Lord presented his first daughter to the priestesses of the Summer Temple, he said unto them:
"My gift to you. As she grows, the Wheel turns. Tend her and tend the Wheel."
And all should have been Golden.
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