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Rise of the rejected Luna The Heart of a Warrior
RyderThe mornings had changed. My routines had lightened over the past few months. Once, I remember starting my morning with the sound of steel, the clashing of swords, the bark of commands, and the rhythm of men preparing for battle. Now, they began with softer music. The quiet cry of a newborn, the soft laughter of Kiara trying to soothe him, and the faint rustle of the wind through our open window.Peace had a sound, I realized. It was gentle. Erratic. Alive.I stood by the doorway, leaning on the frame, watching them.Kiara sat on the chair by the veranda, the early light catching the gold in her hair with Brandon lying in her arms, his small fingers curling around hers. She hummed a melody I didn’t recognize, something wordless, ancient maybe, or maybe just born from her.Her scar, the one on her shoulder had faded, but I saw the way she still shifted carefully when she moved, mindful of the wound that nearly took her out of this world. It had healed on the surface, but
Rise of the rejected Luna Serenity with the Past
KiaraThe morning was silent when I left the house. The air was chill, the birds murmured in a quiet tone, and the trees stood still, too still. Ryder had offered to come with me, but I told him to get some rest and check up with his friend Zane who has been handling the pack since our relocation out of the Manor. This was something I needed to do alone… or as alone as I could be with the tiny weight curled up in my arms.Brandon stirred softly against my chest, his small face pressed into the fabric of my veil. He had fallen asleep before dawn and hadn’t woken since. He is such a peaceful, innocent presence against the heaviness in my heart.The path to Erina’s resting place wound through what used to be a battlefield. Now, months later, grass had begun to reclaim the earth. The once-charred soil was soft again, scattered with wildflowers. It was strange that the world always healed faster than the people who lived in it. Than the people who faced its pain. The breeze brushed
Rise of the rejected Luna The Weight of a New Beginning
KiaraThe days blurred together after Brandon’s birth. A soft haze of sleepless nights, muted light, and quiet amazement. The air in our small room always carried the scent of something warm, milk, lavender, the faint sweetness of life newly begun. Every sound felt amplified. From the flutter of Brandon’s breathing, to the creak of the floorboards when Ryder paced, and even the soft rustle of fabric as I shifted in bed.It felt like living inside a dream. Everything was fragile, luminous, unreal.My body was slow to recover. The stab wound still ached whenever I moved too quickly, a dull reminder of how close I had come to death. My powers were quieter now, as there were no longer throbbing in my veins like fire, but pulsing faintly like a heartbeat resting between hurricanes. Every time I reached for it, I felt it hum gently beneath my skin, waiting for the right moment to return.But for once, I was not in a rush to summon it.Instead, I let myself heal, slowly, and deliberate
Rise of the rejected Luna Glimmer of the Future
RyderSoft sunlight filtered through the curtains, streaking gold across the warm brown floorboards. The storm had passed sometime before dawn, leaving the air fresh. I could hear birds outside singing their faint, tentative songs, as if even they were afraid to disturb what was happening in this room. In my home. The birds acknowledged my son’s presence, the storm prepared his arrival, and the wind.. The wind renewed its scent for a newborn. Kiara was asleep beside me. Her hair, still damp from the night before, framed her face in soft, tangled curls. There was color in her cheeks again. A colour which looked like life evolving where death had once lingered.And in her arms… was him.Brandon.He was small, impossibly small. Yet his presence filled the entire room. His tiny fingers curled around the edge of Kiara’s blanket, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that felt sacred.For a long time, I just watched them. My warrior and my son.I had fought in countless battles
Rise of the rejected Luna His Coming
KiaraThe first thunder rolled long before the pain began. At first, I thought it was just the wind against the roof, another restless night in the woods. The air felt heavy, thick with the kind of tension that makes the skin chill before lightning splits the sky.But then it hit me, sharp, deep, and certain. A pain that rooted itself in my core and stole the air from my lungs.I froze, one hand gripping the edge of the table as my knees buckled. The cup I was holding shattered against the floor, water splashing across my bare feet.“Ryder,” I gasped.He was outside, fixing the shutters before the storm grew worse. I tried to call again, but another wave of pain crashed through me, fiercer this time, pulling a strangled cry from my throat.By the time he burst through the door, the storm had broken.Lightning flashed behind him, rain pouring so hard it drowned out everything else. His hair was soaked, eyes wild, panic and realization colliding in his face as he rushed to me.“
Rise of the rejected Luna The Pledge of Commitment
Ryder’s POVThere are moments when peace feels like a trick of the light. Something fragile. Momentary. Quick. Like if I blink too long, it might slip away.I used to think war was the hardest thing a man could survive, that nothing could cut you deeper than loss and blood and the sound of someone you love screaming your name in the middle of chaos.But watching Kiara sleep… That is harder.Because peace asks something I never learned to give. Peace asks for trust.It is late. The house is quiet, the fire dying as it kept us warm from the storm. Kiara is curled on her side, her hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink, one hand resting protectively over the soft swell of her stomach. Even in sleep, she keeps her hand there. Always.The first time I saw her like this, alive, breathing, and whole. I didn’t believe it. I sat beside her hospital bed for three days, waiting for her to wake up, terrified that if I looked away, she would vanish again.She didn’t. The goddess did
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