One hundred paradoxes, that was the price to end my exile. It was far beyond impossible, but I’ve always given myself hope that I could accomplish that feat. No wolf, dead or alive, has ever been able to come close to that number before they died. I didn’t understand that when I was younger, as I did many other things, but it was the day of my exile I learned the only real truth there was. We are all blinded by our perspective of what the world is, and to be told our perspective is wrong can be a greater wound than any claw can deal.

The very first paradox I found made me realize something, and it was how wrong they were. The moment I looked into the young fillies eyes, I saw how afraid she was. She and Melody were the only two who had ever shown me fear, though they were also the only two to ever have some emotional identity at the time. That, however, was when I learned how wrong they all were, and how wrong my perspective had been. That first encounter was the greatest wound I have ever received, and I realized why my father gave me this pendant.

“Since the loss of the sun and moon, ponies have been unable to rest their weary souls,” I remember him saying to me as he placed it around my neck the day I had left the pack. “Let those whose souls are broken or restless find an ally and protector in you, my daughter.”

I would never kill Melody, or at least not because I saw her as a threat. It’s true, I had to kill them in order to even touch a paradox’s souls, but I would have placed that soul in the pendant. That’s what I did for that first paradox, and it is what I have done for every paradox since. Luna doesn’t know that; she sees me as another monster, like so many other ponies do. That is where she is wrong, and where I separate myself from all the others.

I know I’m a wolf: a predator known to kill, but unlike most predators I have an intelligence. I have common sense, mind and instinct, and most important of all a sense of right and wrong. I have a perspective of the world, one that has changed dramatically since I was born. Yes I use dark magic, and hurt my body to even use it, but I do it to protect anything that has wrongfully been ended. Call me all you want, but know one thing…

… I am not the animal that you think I am.

Silvia stood there, watching her opponent as he breathed heavily. She had lost track of time, but it didn’t matter at all. She knew this was the perfect place to strike down her attacker, but Silvia had things she need to know. They had come to kill her, but she had to many ideas on why to know which was correct. Looking to Arthis, who was wheezing due to a lack of breath caused by his relentless attacking, she finally took a few steps towards him. It was the first offensive move she had made the entire time, and he seemed almost startled to see such an action. He was going to try and run, an action that Silvia had predicted.

“If you are going to retreat-” She started to say, before lunging herself at the wolf. She tilted her head to the side, hitting him with her right shoulder and causing him to tumble to the ground. As soon as he hit the ground Silvia placed a paw on his neck, ready to kill if necessary. “- make sure you don’t keep yourself open.”

“I’m... warning you…” Arthis snarled back, still breathing heavily from fatigue. “That claw… won’t save you.”

“You really think you're in any position to be making threats to me right now?” Silvia applied a small amount of pressure to Arthis’ neck, the action enough to cause his breath to grew slightly heavier. “Yeah, that’s what I though. So tell me, why are you here? You seem way more intent on killing me than you do about kill Luminous.”

“Heh… you got that right,” Arthis’ mouth curled into a cruel smile, showing off his blood soaked teeth. “I ain’t… tell you anything… else. So... why don’t you kill me… already, exile.”

“I don’t think that’s how this works,” Silvia glared at him, but she knew something about the hunter was off, and a laugh only further solidified that. “Guessing you got something to say?”

“You know nothing… about what has happened… these past many years, Silvia… or should I say... Delilah.”

The mention of her name unnerved her, knowing full well that no one should even know of her existence. When a wolf was exiled, their name was taken away, and she was no exception. Silvia was a name she gave herself when she left, a name belonging to the greatest paradox hunter in the packs history. It was her way of making her feel like she was something more than an exile, as well as a giving ponies they could call her. For a member of the pack to know her name, both past and current, was something she couldn’t believe. Yet Delilah Holheart was no longer the name she went by, and she had grown to accept herself as Silvia Holheart instead.

“Where did you learn that name?” She asked, but her only response was a growing laugh from the wolf under her. “Tell me… now! Tell me or I’ll ki-”

“Alferiea was right, you are sad looking when you are angry,” Arthis suddenly spat out, and Silvia seized all thoughts as the name flooded her mind. “I know why you were dodging all that time, why you didn’t kill me like somewolf more sensible would. He told me how soft-hearted you were, and how even with the greatest threats you couldn’t ever follow up on them. He told me about the pendant, those books he kept for you, but most important of all he told me how to kill you. You can thank me for fulfilling his request.”

Silvia was too stunned to notice the blue glow of his claw, and by the time she did it had already swiped at her. The moment it touched her, she went flying back, hitting the ground after traveling thirty feet. It hadn’t cut her, but it did bring her back to reality. She watched as Arthis lunged at her, jaw open and aiming for her neck. Not having time to get back on her feet, she used her paws to hold his neck back, keeping the wolf from snapping her spine. Even then she couldn’t hold back his paws, which swiped furiously at her, managing to scratch her shoulders and the sides of her muzzle.

“You can only hold me back for so long!” Arthis spat at her, teeth snapping at Silvia. “What are you going to do huh? You can’t hold me back forever!”

“I… refuse to think... my father... would send you… to kill me,” Silvia told him. “Who really sent you? Was it the alpha? The Elders?”

“You don’t need to know,” Arthis said, Silvia’s paws quickly growing weak from the weight. “I hope your ready to die, prey lover!”

As soon as her attack finished he was sent flying, a ball of energy hit him in the side. Silvia quickly backed away, stumbling as her front legs tried not to collapsed. She didn’t manage to get far before they gave out on her, causing her to collapse on the ground from the pain in her legs. A few feet away Arthis staggered back to his feet, his attention drawn away from Silvia as he searched for the one who had hit him. When couldn’t find anyone, he growled in annoyance.

“Show yourself coward!” He shouted out. “No one, wolf or pony, attacks a paradox hunter. You hear me!”

“Well to bad, cause I just did.”

Another ball of energy flew at Arthis, but this time he dodged it as he and Silvia looked in the direction it had been sent from. There stood a pale unicorn wearing a sweater, her red and purple mane held up in a ponytail at the top of her head. She had a grimoire levitating in front, looking with fury at the wolf she was targeting. Silvia was distraught at what she was seeing, question how much courage this pony had to attack a paradox hunter, or a wolf nonetheless.

“The names Moondancer, her majesty's archivist and friend of princess Luminous Oracle,” She introduced herself, adjusting her glasses as they started falling of her muzzle. “And if I’m correct, you seem to not only be after her highness, but an old friend of my comrade as well.”

“Stupid pony,” Arthis said, not even registering the last part of Moondancers greeting. “You’ll pay for that!”

What little forward movement was quickly stopped as a figure flew in front of him, sliding through his legs and knocking him to the ground. The figure circled back to stand by Moondancer’s side, and the yellow coat immediately caught Silvia’s attention. The mare was a pegasus, carrying a spear that Moondancer had earlier forged with her own magic. Her wild blue mane and tail gave off a feeling of rage, and her eyes glared at Arthis with an even stronger show of that. Those eyes soon looked to Silvia, and a pleasant smile appears on the mare's face.

“Thunder?”

“Why are you asking who I think I am?” Luminous tilted her head in confusion, looking at the Tantabus. “I’m Luminous Oracle, always have been and always will be. I don’t see the need to ask who I want to be.”

“That might be true from where you stand, but don’t you think that choosing not to be the true you is turning away from who you are?” The Tantabus replied, having chosen to play devil's advocate. She knew she had asked the pony in front of her whether they still believed they were Luminous or not, but she had her own feelings about who they really are. “You’ve always been Twilight Sparkle, even fractured like you are now. Do you want to keep playing Luminous Oracle or not?”

“I’m not playing anyone!” Luminous shot back, stomping her hoof on the ground in affirmative. “Twilight Sparkle isn’t who I am! So what if I’m a paradox, I can accept that, but if you're going to tell me that the only pony I can be is this Twilight I am in another timeline, I can’t do that.”

“Why would you want to carry yourself as a false-”

“Luminous is not false!” She shouted back at the Tantabus, having felt like she was screaming the same thing for hours. “You said yourself that the memories I have currently are real. Are you suddenly going back on that and saying that every friend, relationship, and moment of my life was a lie!”

“No I-”

“Than shut up and listen to me!” Luminous screamed, and as she requested the Tantabus fell silent. “You gave me a choice, so I’m giving you my answer. Yes, I’m glad I know that I’m a paradox and that this Twilight Sparkle was once me, but she isn't anymore. She may exist to you, but she isn’t the pony standing in front of you no matter how similar she looks,” She took a quick glance down at the velvet hoof. “I have a sister and others who I consider close to me, and if I play this other me I’d be acting like I never knew them. I’m not playing Luminous Oracle, but I’m pretty sure I know who I would be playing if I agreed with you.”

As Luminous finished the empty street fell silent, and thought the Tantabus wanted to retort she knew it wasn’t worth the effort. As she looked to the paradox, she watched as, without her intervention, the shape of Twilight Sparkle disappeared in front of her. The Tantabus wasn’t ready for this, or even aware that it could happen in the first place, believing it all to simply be Luminous’ memory. Nonetheless, the form of Twilight Sparkle disappeared in the shape stained glass, and Luminous’ body took its place. That was when the Tantabus realized what was happening, remembering what paradoxes where to begin with.

“She’s creating her own history?” She mumbled, before noticing when distinct change in Luminous’ appearance: her irises had the look of shattered glass in them. “No, not just her own history, but something bigger.”

Luminous hadn’t felt or even recognize the fact her very words had changed the memory they were inside, and she didn’t even seemed shocked at how her body turned back to normal. However, she did feel a strange warmth inside her, one that gave her a unusually strong confidence in herself. She walked forward, stopping less than an inch in front of the Tantabus’ muzzle. Feeling the strong will the resonated from the pegasus, the Tantabus cracked a smile and closed her eyes.

“The perception of one can change the world in their favor, not even a paradox is needed for that,” The Tantabus whispered to herself before opening her eyes. “You can feel it to, right? There’s a battle occurring right now, one that won’t end well without you.”

“Yes, I don’t know why I can feel it but I can,” Luminous answered. “You remember what I said to Topaz, about how I’m not smart or strong, well there's one exception to the latter. When I have something to protect, someone I can count on to be next to me till the end, I will lay down my life for them. The only thing I need is a weapon to protect them with.”

“I can understand that desire, as it is something Luna taught me about,” The Tantabus nodded as she spoke. “In that case, as I have been your garment, I will also be your weapon. Pave the way to your own future, Princess Luminous.”

Thunder jumped back as Arthis swung at her, his claw glowing blue with energy. As the wolf landed he immediately jumped again, only to get slammed from the side by Silvia mid-leap. Moondancer kept a safe distance, constantly hurling magic at Arthis while doing her best to not hit any buildings in the area. The fact that he was still standing strong, even with Thunder and Moondancer’s actually attempting to hurt the wolf, was worrisome. Compared to before, when he had seemed to run out of breath easily, Silvia noticed how instantaneous his energy seemed to return.

Even after Thunder and Moondancer appeared he had continued to laugh, and he did even as he took hit after hit. It sent a chill through Silvia’s spine, seeing the feral smile that adorned her opponent after ever slice, kick, and claw that managed to hit him. She knew that he wasn’t laughing at her or even Thunder, who she had long thought to have died. The cause of his laughter was the pain. He laughed as if to mock their efforts to down him and continued to take blow after blow, hit after hit. This wasn’t natural, not for those of the pack she use to belong to, or the dark magic she had learned, which she still held back from using in fear of what might happen.

“Oh you should see the look on your face,” Arthis said, stumbling to his paws and looking at Silvia. “Alferiea would be disappointed to know that you don’t know why we are so successful. You could have gotten this if you had stayed for your own rising ceremony, but to bad.”

“Any idea what he’s talking about?” Thunder asked, looking to her old friend with a worried expression.

“If I knew I would have said something by now, but somethings happen to the pack since I left,” She responded, before taking a few steps back. “None of the hunters had anything like this when I was around.”

As she finished Arthis leaped at them, both jumping to the side in anticipation of the move. However, Silvia watched as he suddenly changed the direction of the leap, aiming away from them and at Moondancer. Using her horn the unicorn formed a magic shield in front of her to block his advance, but it was futile as he burst through it without any problem whatsoever. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the wolfs open jaw, unaware as the a form burst forth from behind her.

Silvia was the next one to stare wide eyed as Luminous suddenly charged Arthis, the Lunar String take the shape of a long, curved sword. The blades tip barely missed Moondancer as Luminous’ head made contact with Arthis’ stomach, her eyes filled with anger. The force sent the wolf, launching him away from the group. Thunder and Moondancer watched in awe at what had happened, the former especially unable to believe the sight before her.

“What… is that?” Thunder Shield asked as he pointed to the Lunar String new form. Luminous was holding it in her mouth, the hilt extending into her neck, completely attached.

“Hey Thunder!” Luminous called out, waving to her friend. “You aren’t brainwashed anymore, right?”

Silvia tilted her head in confusion as the paradox next to her nodded. “Brainwashed?”

“I’ll explain to you later.” Thunder told her, sighing as he was reminded of Luminous’ stance on Swift Spell. “It’s better for Luminous to not here.”

Arthis got to his paws quickly his eyes meeting instantly with Luminous, giving a death glare to her opponent. He couldn’t help but chuckle, but that was all he could muscle, despite how he had laughed at every other bruise or cut he had received. Silvia noticed this, seeming how he seemed stand in a more clumsy manner than before. Looking to the ex-captain, she saw something else rather strange about the mare. Her eyes, while still the same color they had alway been, had a strange glassy texture to them. She had never seen it before, but at the same time no wolf had ever seen an adult paradox.

“You… you’ve wounded me!” Arthis yelled in rage, though Silvia was able to make out a bit of fear as well. It wasn’t a bloody wound, but there was a bruise on his stomach from the impact.

“Why are you so surprised?” Luminous asked in confusion, completely oblivious to what the last two hours had been like for those around her. “A soldier, both hired or not, should know what happens in the field of war, right? I don’t see any reason you shouldn’t be hurt…” Finally something clicked in her when she saw the fair state of his body. “Wait a sec, why are there no wounds on you?!”

Moondancer facehooved, having known not to expect too much when it came to Luminous. “Luminous… really?”

“What it’s a legit question!” The pegasus replied as she turned to the archivist, throwing her hooves in front of her. Her friend simply sighed in disappointment as Luminous turned back to Arthis, who looked like he was going insane. “So… are you going to answer or not?”

“Paradoxes are horrors, beasts,” Arthis replied, staring at the ground with shock. “Horrors should not exist, and you shouldn’t exist… so why do you exist!” His body suddenly lunged forward, though it stopped before anyone could comprehend what he was saying. His pupils twitch harshly as stared into Luminous “Psyche… she freed me from this reality, showed me the truth. Psyche will show the world everything, and she will show you the reason you shouldn't exist. She showed me, and gave me a way to live and hunt without worry… but you-”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead his head shot up violently, arching back more and more until it couldn’t go farther. His mouth fell open, his eyes lifeless, tail sagging as those in front of him watched with fear. His eyes suddenly started to glow a strange white, and his head shot forward again, though something was wrong. Thunder felt a shiver go up his spine, and Luminous could hear the voices in her head calling, but this time it was just her. As Arthis, or whatever it was that spoke through him talked, everyone heard the words that were said.

“You deny us, refuse us, stop us and turn our offer away,” It said to them, though it was directly specifically at the glass-eyed paradox. “We give gifts, and you turn away from the true reality for this fake one. Know this: when the great evils revive, and the tome is found, you will all die.”

“Who are you?” Thunder Shield asked as he, Silvia, and Moondancer stood by Luminous at the ready. “What do you mean by “true reality”?”

“Thunder, I already know,” Luminous told her oldest friend, putting a hoof on her friends shoulder. “And something tells me you do too.”

“You… know about the paradoxes?” She received a nod in response, feeling a bit of guilt as he heard that. “I see… but I still don’t know who this wolf is.”

“The wolf who use to own this body is sleeping now,” The possessed Arthis told her, seeming infuriated. “He lost the right of what I gave him, and I will give you a similar warning. If we ever meet, you will all die at my very command.”

With that Arthis’ eyes stopped glowing, his body relaxing as it leaned slightly forward. His eyes were rolled back, and in a sense of finality his mouth suddenly hacked up some blood. With that, he dropped to the ground, dead where he had last stood. While it repulsed Moondancer and Silvia, Luminous and Thunder simply stood, having seen a death much worse in their lifetime. Luminous didn’t show her disgusts, at least, as she had hated the idea of death most of her life, even if she was captain of the royal guard.

“I figured a wolf like you wouldn’t be revolted by death.” Moondancer said, looking to Silvia, who was looking at the ground, shaking ferociously.

“Paradoxes don’t have blood, and even than I’ve never seen a paradox die… normally,” Silvia explained, looking to her pendant. “Hopefully I never will.”

“I assume everything has been taken-” Everyone looked back to see Arcane, a clump of fur around his left cheek missing, walking back to them. After taking a sec to examine the two new ponies, he looked off to the dead body of Arthis, blood pooling around his mouth. “I see I missed a party. You should have invited me back.”

“Who’s this creep?” Moondancer asked, looking to Luminous for an answer.

“Arcane, or Sombra as-” Arcane swatted her over the head as she said the second name, Moondancer taking a step back and Thunder taking a fighting stance.

“Don’t worry, I promised her highness to stay on my best behavior while I’m present,” He said with a smile, taking a bow as he examined Thunder with interest before mumbling. “I see, Spitfire found herself in a position of the military yet again.”

“Don’t worry Thunder Shield, everything's fine, really,” She than turned to Silvia. “So, where is Rarity and all the others?”

“If you mean your companions, I told my brother to get them out of town, as well as a friend who is protecting a paradox,” Silvia told the pegasus. “They should be fine. My brother knows more about the wilds than I do. However, I think that might be for the best, as we seem to have made an enemy.”

“You mean the pack of the wolf you just killed?” Arcane asked, attempting to hide the small scratch he had obtained. “They are more worthy opponents than any I had faced during my time ruling, that’s for sure. If they are our enemy, the let's take them.”

“That’s not who she’s talking about,” Luminous told him, “You missed it, but something was possessing that wolf. It called itself… Psyche, right?”

“And it seems to know something of my father, and more worryingly he seems to want me dead,” Silvia explained to the tyrant, who was more curious in the dead body, and noticing the slight glow of his claws. “My father saved my life when I was younger… why would he suddenly want me dead?”

“Why don’t you ask the dying wolf right there,” Arcane suggested as he wolf over. “He’s barely alive, but if the unnatural aura of that pendant leads me to believe anything, you can save his soul.”

“Like anyone would take the words of a tyrant to heart.” Moondancer called out, through her voice was more statistical than angry.

“Tyrant or not, he is correct,” Silvia said stepping forward. “I’ve been doing this since I was exiled; the souls of the paradoxes I meet are stored inside this pendant. I talk to them when I have no one else around, and before my brother joined me they were the only company I had. This isn’t anything unnatural to me and besides, with no physical body, Arthis can’t harm them.”

Silvia looked to the limp body of Arthis, examining it like a doctor would a patient. Though his eyes were rolled back and blood continued to leak from his mouth, she could see his stomach rising and falling. With a deep breath, she lifted a paw up in the air, the claws turning the same shade of blue that she had seen him use earlier. Arcane instantly recognized the magic, but the others stood agasp as her paw sunk through Arthis’ skin without need for an incision. Not to much later, it rose out, carrying a strange blue orb - his soul - on the paw’s pads and resting it on the pendant. Not much later, the blue orb disappeared into the pendant, and Silvia’s head dropped in exhaustion.

“I’ll… talk to him later,” She told everyone. “Dark magic takes a lot out of you… even when it’s mastered. For now, we need to get out of Ponyville before anymore wolves find us.”

After running for an hour, Ralf stopped, the ponies and dragon behind him collapsing in exhaustion. He looked back to Rarity, glad to see that the blue flame was still lit. They had never been in any immediate danger, but he wanted to get as far away from Ponyville as possible. He hadn’t gotten the training to see paradoxes, at least not to the distance that paradox hunters normally could. He couldn’t sense Luminous from the distance they had gained, but he could very well feel Melody’s soul behind him. He smiled softly as he looked to the earth pony and the unicorn who had taken care of her.

“Okay, you refused to explain exactly what is going on earlier, but I think we deserve answers,” Topaz exclaimed as she stood back up. “Where’s Luminous? Why did you make us run? And what in Luna’s name do you plan to do to us?”

“Please Topaz, calm down,” Rarity told the dragoness as she sat down. “I can assure that this here… creature would not hurt us. His sister is the one who promised to take in her highness.”

“I’m sorry if the entire predator thing might have freaked you out, or that I just came in and told you all to follow me,” Ralf apologized, his ears flattening as he laid down a safe distance away. “Her highness is with my sister, and when Silvia makes a promise she keeps it… at least nineteen out of twenty times. I don’t know why Silvia asked you all to run too, but it was probably so that you didn’t get injured during the fight...” He contemplated on whether he should tell them about Luminous being a paradox, but decided it wouldn’t be the best way to get them to trust him. “... Melody was the one who was really in danger, being a paradox, but because none of you really seemed fit for combat she seemed told me to grab you as well. If you’ve never seen wolves fight… actually, I’d prefer not to really say.”

“Well this is just perfect!” Topaz growled as she spoke, flinging her arms in the air in a show of her frustration. “Not only did we leave her with a carnivore, but she’s with Sombra. Great job you idiot, you might have just killed her for all-”

“Topaz, shut up!” Soarin’s sudden order took the dragoness by surprise, though that surprise quickly took to anger.

“Like a stuttering recruit has any right to order me, the personal assistant of Princess Luna, around,” She shouted back, not noticing the stone faced expression on the pegasus. “As far as I’m concerned you have been nothing but dead weight the entire time. You have done nothing but sit on your flank acting as if you have a speech impediment, and it would have been better to just leave you at the city. I don’t care what Luminous says, bringing you along was a bad idea.”

“I would rather not argue about this, but I don’t think I’m the only one here who would rather not have you around either!” Soarin retorted, the fury in his voice seeming almost out of place. “I might not have done much, but all you’ve done is sit around asserting yourself as some alpha without any reason as to why. You yell at us, make fun of us, and don’t act like you actually care about Luminous’ well being.”

“Why you-”

“Topaz… he’s right,” The dragoness looked to Rarity seeing that she was just as steam as Soarin was. “You may claim to be important, but I don’t remember learning about you anywhere in school, and I don’t think Luminous and Soarin do either. As far as I’m concerned, that makes your behavior not just egotistical, but absolutely impractical,” That was the first insult that truly hurt Topaz, taking a few steps back. “Obviously you're not all that important if schools don’t keep track of your parts of the story. So, though it is incredibly rude to say, I wouldn’t mind if you just walked away from us.”

“Well… if that is how you think…”

Topaz didn’t finish turning away from the wolf and ponies and walking off into the darkness. The last thing any of them saw was an incredibly derogatory gesture from the dragoness before she disappeared. Ralf didn’t know what to think, having thought for a second about chasing down Topaz before decided that it’s not worth both the trouble and possible burnt coat. He watched as Luminous’ former companions apologized to Vinyl for doing that in front of a Melody. As he watched, Ralf suddenly realized that he was the only one who knew anything about the monsters, and the only one really fit to fight them. His fur stood on end as he realized that he had willingly accepted the one position he never wanted to be in: a leader.

Sweetie Belle sat there, wishing she could cry as she stood alone in the streets Ponyville. She had fallen asleep during the events that had transpired, and after a hopeful search across the empty streets, she saw no one. Her sister, Luminous, Soarin, everyone had left her as if she wasn’t even there. No tears fell, but her brain told her that they were, and she was starting to feel like hyperventilating. Not that her metallic body would allow her the wish or pleasure.

“Are you okay Sweetie Belle?”

An unfamiliar voice called out to her, yet part of her wish to connect it to someone or something. She turned around, seeing the figure of a lone earth pony staring at her, which she did for several minutes before walking towards the filly. Her coat was a brilliant gold color, iris’ a hollow green that somehow still felt comforting despite their lifelessness. Her mane and tail was a light teal, the former almost touch the floor while the other was the length of her chest and stomach. Sweetie Belle, having spent most of the best few years inside the mansion so no one saw her, had no idea who this was or how they knew her.

“Ssssh, don’t be afraid, I’m an old friend,” The earth pony said as they sat down next to Sweetie Belle. “Of course you probably don’t remember me, considering how long ago it all was.”

“W-who are you?” Sweetie asked, the earth pony smiling before replying.

“I’m sad to say that, for the sake of your sanity, I can’t give you my real name,” She told the filly, who was greatly confused by what she meant. “However, if you want something to call me, than call me what everyone else calls me. Psyche.”

Author's Note

Oh boy, this is where things are going to get interesting. I didn't plan to introduce Psyche this early, heck I didn't plan to have her in the story at all, but here she is. As more mysteries are solved others begin, and that is exactly what her introduction is going to make clear.

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