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CHAPTER 13 — THE MOON THAT BLEEDS TWICE
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The air quivered as Ayla’s reflection stepped into the world of flesh and breath. She looked identical — every freckle, every scar mirrored perfectly — yet something in her eyes glowed wrong. Too bright. Too ancient. The Luna reborn. Ayla’s chest tightened as her reflection’s fingers traced the edge of Kian’s broken blade. “Funny,” the Luna said, her voice like a whisper wrapped in silk. “In every life, he still tries to protect you… and still fails.” “Put it down,” Kian said coldly, though his eyes were fixed on the weapon — his weapon — glowing now with veins of silver and ink. The Luna twirled the blade effortlessly. “You forged this once, remember? When you were still bound to her light.” Her gaze flicked to Ayla. “Do you ever tell him what he was before the fall?” Ayla frowned, her pulse racing. “Don’t listen to her, Kian. She’s trying to divide us.” The Luna laughed softly — a sound that made the air itself tremble. “Divide you? Oh, Ayla, I am you. There’s nothing to
REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT CHAPTER 13 — THE MOON THAT BLEEDS TWICE
The wind over the valley of Lumeris carried the scent of iron and rain. Ayla and Kian rode through the night in silence, the twin moons chasing each other across the fractured sky—one pale and serene, the other blushed with crimson. The second moon had begun to bleed. Every few miles, Ayla glanced upward, watching as the light from both orbs rippled across the clouds like liquid silk. Her mark pulsed in rhythm with them, glowing faintly through the fabric of her sleeve. Kian broke the silence first. “You’ve been quiet since we left the ruins.” She gave a dry, humorless laugh. “What’s there to say? I just met a version of myself who wants to either consume me or crown me. And apparently, you might be the one who kills me. That about covers it.” He didn’t smile. “You don’t believe that prophecy.” “I don’t want to,” she admitted softly, “but the mark hasn’t lied yet.” Kian’s hands tightened on the reins. “Then we’ll make it lie.” They rode on until dawn painted the mounta
REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT CHAPTER 12 — THE MIRROR OF THE SECOND MOON
The moonlight fractured like glass as the figure descended, her wings glimmering with threads of starlit ink. Ayla’s lungs seized. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. It was like staring into the reflection of a dream she’d tried to forget. The woman—no, the Luna—landed softly on the broken stones, her gaze locked on Ayla’s. Every movement was fluid, deliberate, and impossibly familiar. Her eyes were the same shade of silver as Ayla’s mark, only colder—like moonlight without warmth. Kian moved in front of Ayla, sword raised though his hand trembled. “You’re not real,” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re a projection.” The Luna’s lips curved in a knowing smile. “If only it were that simple.” Her voice dripped through the chamber like honey stirred with sorrow. “You should have stayed asleep, Ayla.” Ayla stepped forward despite the tremor in her knees. “If you’re what I think you are… then why are you here?” “To remind you,” the Luna said. “Of who you were. Of what you ow
REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT CHAPTER 11 — THE BEAST BENEATH THE SEAL
The roar that rose from the depths was not merely sound — it was memory breaking its chains. The ground quaked, and Ayla stumbled back as cracks spidered across the chamber floor. Water surged upward in spirals of black ink, twisting into monstrous forms before collapsing again. The very air seemed to scream as something ancient stirred below. Kian pulled her behind a fractured column, his breath harsh in her ear. “Don’t look at it!” he shouted above the thunder. But she couldn’t help it. Her gaze locked on the fissure at the center of the seal — where light and shadow bled together like spilled paint. Out of that chasm, a figure began to rise. It wasn’t human. It was remembered into existence. A creature of bones and liquid night, its eyes like moons caught in eclipse. Silver veins pulsed beneath its translucent skin, glowing faintly with the same light that burned in Ayla’s veins. “The Guardian of the First Seal…” Kian whispered, his voice trembling. “It shouldn’t exis
REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT CHAPTER 10 — THE BLOOD MOON’S FIRST CRY
The storm began before the rain. Winds tore through the ruined capital, scattering ashes and moonlight in equal measure. The air shimmered crimson as the first pulse of the blood moon bled across the sky—its reflection rippling in the pools of ink that dotted the ground. Ayla stood at the edge of the broken bridge, the shard of the Mirror clenched tight in her hand. Its faint glow matched the rhythm of her pulse. Every beat whispered a single word in her head: Choose. Kian was beside her, hood pulled low, cloak whipping around him. “We shouldn’t travel under a bleeding moon,” he muttered. Ayla glanced at him. “You said it yourself—if the Mirror gave me a path, it means something’s waiting at the end.” He met her gaze. “Maybe death.” “Then it’s time I stopped running from it.” Kian’s eyes softened, but his jaw remained tight. “You sound like her.” “The Luna?” He hesitated, then nodded once. “She used to say things like that—before the world broke.” Ayla said nothing
REBORN UNDER INK AND MOONLIGHT CHAPTER 9 — THE OTHER AYLA
The air shimmered with the breath of broken glass. Every shard of the Mirror hovered around Ayla in a slow, spiraling orbit—each fragment reflecting a different version of her face. Some were smiling, others screaming, one was crying blood. Kian pulled her back, his arm firm around her shoulders. “Ayla—don’t move!” But she couldn’t obey. The voice calling her was too familiar, too close. The figure stepping out of the light had her body, her eyes, her heartbeat—but not her soul. The Other Ayla was made of ink and moonfire, her skin swirling with patterns that pulsed like constellations. Her gaze held centuries, her voice soft as silk and full of storms. “So,” she said, tilting her head, “this is what I became without memory.” Ayla swallowed hard. “You’re not real.” The Other Ayla smiled. “Then why do I remember everything you’ve forgotten?” The light from the floating shards dimmed as silence stretched between them. Ayla could hear her own heartbeat pounding against her
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