The Last Samodiva

A prophecy older than the world. The samodivi vanished years ago. Rada is the last one left. She moves through a world that has forgotten what she is - hooded, careful, alone. By day she is unremarkable. By night something ancient in her blood wakes up, and she manages it the way she manages everything: with her faith, her silence, and a hundred years of practice that was passed to her. She is searching for answers. For her origins. For whatever remains of a kind that should not have disappeared. Rada moves through - passed between the old creatures in a language that lives in blood rather than breath. Two beings. The last of one kind. The impossible one of another. A choice that will either save the world or end it under the weight of divine judgment. Rada doesn't know she is half of a prophecy. He has known since before he was born.