The summer solstice celebration was in full swing, the compound transformed into a festival of light and sound and joyous connection. Supernatural beings of all kinds mingled freely, their diverse energies creating a tapestry of power that shimmered in the evening air.
I stood at the edge of the central clearing, watching as Lyra, now five years old, led a group of children in a traditional dance around the bonfire. Her movements were graceful beyond her years, her mismatched eyes—one gold, one silver—reflecting the flames as she guided her companions through the complex steps.
"She's remarkable," came a voice beside me, and I turned to find Councilor Lyra, her ancient eyes warm with approval as she watched her namesake. "The perfect balance of both worlds."
I nodded, pride and love swelling in my chest as I watched my daughter. "She makes it look effortless. The connection, the balance, the bridge between different kinds of energy."
And it was true. In the five years since the restor
