There is no true freedom for a Kwami. Bound by design, they serve their wielder unquestioningly—no matter the cruelty, no matter the cause.

Nooroo has known no peace since his awakening. For the first time in centuries, he was used to harm hundreds—thousands of innocent people. He couldn’t bear it, but he had no say in the matter. To his master, he was no more than a tool.

And his new wielder was proving to be no different. Except she was far crueler to him. Nooroo was stripped of his ability to speak and restrained to sit frozen on her desk. Nothing more than a silent witness to her reign.

It was an inescapable cycle, a reality Nooroo was forced to accept. He endured. Until he was summoned one day, resting in the palm of a stranger.

It can’t be. He dared not hope. His former master would never forfeit their miraculous. This person must’ve…

Nooroo regained some sense, moving on his own for the first time in what felt like forever. “Where am I?” If this person truly did steal him then his master would be furious. He feared what she would do to regain the miraculous.