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The Blood Mirror
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The Last Moonbane Reflections in Crimson
Seraphina's POVI didn’t want to ask Linnea for help.Not because I didn’t trust her — in fact, I probably trusted her more than I should — but because of the shadow that trailed behind her: Ambrosius.Everything about him made things... complicated.And not just because of Stephen. Though, yes — that was its own tangled mess. I still hadn’t fully processed the way he’d looked at me, spoken to me, that evening under the crimson lanterns. The weight of implication in his words. The familial tradition he’d invoked, so casually — as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a brother to want his twin as more than blood.Moonbane history had always been unapologetically brutal, even in love. Especially in love.But I’d never wanted to inherit that part of it. I never felt the calling of that legacy the way Stephen did. To me, he was just my brother. My family. Not someone I could — or would ever want to — be with.And yet... I couldn’t pretend I was unbothered.Not by Stephen’s g
The Last Moonbane The Blood Mirror
Seraphina’s POVI looked up at the sky — cloudless, blood-tinted, the Red Moon high and watching.I didn’t know if I should tell Linnea about the Moonbane rituals.I trusted her. More than I should, probably. Even knowing she was assigned to watch me by Ambrosius, I couldn’t ignore everything she’d done — and continued to do — for me.She had this infuriating way of always being exactly what I needed: calm when I was a storm, patient when I was spiraling, and somehow, never invasive. Never demanding.Like tonight.I’d seen Stephen. And Helena. At least twice — fleeting glimpses across the courtyard, their silhouettes lit in red flame and drifting candlelight. I avoided them both, ducking into shadows or slipping behind laughing students before they noticed me. If they noticed me.Linnea didn’t ask. Not a word.Instead, she pointed out details of the festival she’d researched in advance — trivia about ancient Veil games, stories behind the charm etchings on the fire-dancer’s ribbons, e
The Last Moonbane The Morgana’s Veil (2)
Seraphina’s POVThis year, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t at the Moonbane estate on the seventh night of the Red Moon.I was at Loisage.A school — no, a city of spells and secrets, where dragons napped in tower attics and time bent in the corners of old libraries. Where students whispered incantations under their breath as they passed each other in the halls, where the very walls pulsed faintly during full moons.I had expected Morgana’s Veil to slip past unnoticed here. After all, who would remember a Moonbane holiday in a school this old, this diverse?But I was wrong.At Loisage, everyone celebrated Morgana’s Veil.Not like my family did, of course. There were no blood mirrors here, no bone chants or silent rites beneath vaulting trees. But still — the school transformed.The morning of the seventh day, I stepped out of my dormitory and froze.Red ribbons hung from every lantern post, every floating stairwell. Crimson flowers — hibiscus, blood tulips, ghost roses — traile
The Last Moonbane The Morgana’s Veil (1)
Seraphina’s POVBy the time I woke up the next morning, the strange dream from last night had already faded from my mind like mist in the morning sun. I didn't have the energy to dwell on it, not today.Because today was Morgana’s Veil.It wasn’t just any ordinary day—it was a rare time, the seventh night after the rise of the Red Moon. Morgana’s Veil didn’t follow a fixed calendar date. Instead, it was determined through a complex series of astronomical alignments—stars in peculiar formations, planetary convergences, and lunar cycles. It just so happened that this year, it fell on the second night after my birthday.Technically, the actual day of Morgana’s Veil was the day after tomorrow. But as with most things in the magical world, celebrations didn’t wait for precision. Much like how Christmas Eve holds just as much magic as Christmas Day itself, today marked the beginning of the festivities. The entire magical realm treated it as a holiday—an extended celebration spanning days of
The Last Moonbane The Nightmare
Seraphina's POVAfter Ambrosius left, I didn’t return to the ballroom.Didn’t speak to anyone. Didn’t remove my jewelry. Didn’t even untie my hair.I let the night bury me.My limbs felt like stone. My thoughts, like fog—thick and unmoving. The weight of the evening had settled into my skin like dust, and I didn’t have the strength to brush it off.I told myself I would lie down for just a moment.Just a breath.But sleep found me too quickly.The dream began as silence.Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind lovers share beneath starlight.This was the silence of forgotten cathedrals.Of things buried.Of endings that hadn’t yet arrived—but already mourned.Above me hung the red moon. Not a full orb, but fractured, as though something ancient had taken a bite out of it. The sky pulsed in hues of bruise and rust.And beneath that cursed glow, I stood alone on a road I didn’t recognize.The path curved like a serpent through a garden I did not remember planting.I took a step.The stone b
The Last Moonbane The Quiet War (2)
Stephen’s POVI didn’t go to my room after that. I couldn’t.The old sparring hall was abandoned at this hour. Dust in the corners, the mirrors cracked like spiderwebs. It still smelled like sweat and splintered wood and memory.I threw my fists into the training post until my bones ached. Until the pulse in my knuckles drowned out the echo of her voice.She looked at him like she used to look at me. Before everything broke.Before I became the twin brother instead of the tether. Before I was just the one who watched her fall out of orbit.Blood trickled from my hand. I didn’t bother stopping it.Pain, at least, is simple. It doesn’t shift beneath you like affection does.When we were younger, she told me we were halves of the same coin. One never without the other. Two souls in the same sky.I believed it. Gods help me, I still believe it.But coins don’t orbit. They flip. They fall.And I think I finally know which side she’s landed on.Ambrosius knows.He knew the moment he saw me
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