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The Proof
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The Last Moonbane The Proof
Seraphina’s POVI couldn’t go on like this—not knowing who I was or what was happening inside me.I couldn’t keep breaking apart every time I transformed.I couldn’t keep being afraid of my own blood.The Moonbane legacy had cost me too much already—my childhood, my mother, my place in the world. It had asked for my silence, then punished me for not speaking louder. It had turned me into something feared, coveted, controlled.But I wasn’t going to let it steal clarity, too.Not anymore.Tonight, under this cursed red moon, something had shifted. Something in the Blood Mirror had opened—responded.And I wasn’t going to waste it.Velna and Professor Dryden had left already. They'd both made it clear they wouldn't interfere with what came next. That this wasn't their space to step into.Dryden had even said it outright:“If she chooses to speak, she won’t want an audience.”And so I was alone.In this cold, sigil-lined tower, lit only by the dying gleam of the mirror’s frame and the bloo
The Last Moonbane The Door Between Blood
Seraphina’s POVFor the rest of the night, I didn’t sleep.I lay beneath a spell-cooled sheet in the infirmary’s private ward, listening to my own breath rattle like leaves in wind. The poison had been stabilized, its effects held at bay by a temporary nullification field Professor Dryden had cast. But the knowledge of it—of its presence—clung to me harder than pain.It hadn’t started with this blood moon.It hadn’t even started this year.This had been happening for a long time.Someone had been poisoning me in fragments. Slowly. Cunningly. Only active when I shifted.Someone who knew I wouldn’t shift often.Someone who knew exactly how long it would take to break me.I had my guess.But I wasn’t ready to speak it aloud.Not yet.Some truths don’t need to be denied to be buried.Sometimes silence is a grave you dig for the names you can’t bear to say.Professor Dryden didn’t return that night, but I found a note at my bedside the next morning.When you’re clear-headed, come find me.
The Last Moonbane Moon-Touched
Seraphina’s POVI should’ve felt it earlier.The magic in the air had changed that morning—thicker, sharper. Like the scent before lightning. I’d assumed it was just another enchantment spike from the west wing, or maybe one of Thalia’s experiments had flared too wide again.But it wasn’t just any magic.It was the moon.And not just a full moon—a blood moon.Rare. Unscheduled. And absolutely not on the school’s astrological calendar.Even the gargoyles were restless.They shifted on their perches as I passed the upper walkways, their eyes glinting red in the late dusk light, as if they too sensed something was… off.I should’ve asked questions then.I didn’t.Because we had a practical exam that night.And I needed to focus.Professor Dryden didn’t say much about the change in sky.He simply told us we’d be conducting a live simulation in the southern ravine—one of the deeper forest-embedded arenas designed for advanced survival drills.No tutors. No magical assistance. Only what we
The Last Moonbane A Controlled Question
Seraphina’s POVThree weeks under Professor Dryden had taught me many things. Most of them painful.He didn’t believe in soft landings or warm-up rounds. His battle simulations were ruthless, his theory exams timed like siege drills, and his expectations steeped in the cold certainty of someone who’d seen failure up close.But the most important thing I’d learned?He didn’t care about excuses.He didn’t want sob stories. He didn’t chase after your emotions with a kind voice and an open desk drawer of tissues. He simply watched. Measured. Adjusted.And then expected more.Which, in its own way, was a relief.He didn’t want my trust.He just wanted results.Which meant—maybe—he wouldn’t be offended if I didn’t offer him everything.Maybe I could give him just enough.It started after a field exercise that should have been simple.Simulated forest terrain. Four cursed familiars hidden in the underbrush, each tethered to a collapsing containment rune. The goal: identify the creatures, dis
The Last Moonbane A Question of Trust
Seraphina’s POVI left Professor Dryden’s workshop with more than just my training scroll in hand.I left with a question I didn’t know how to answer.It chased me down the corridor like a shadow, slinking behind my steps, curling beneath my ribs.Could I trust him?He hadn’t asked. He hadn’t pried. But he’d seen too much, and I knew it. And worse—I knew he was right. I was racing time. I was fighting like someone afraid they wouldn’t survive the next turn. And that meant I couldn’t afford to be careless.But trust wasn’t a lesson they taught in theory class.So I didn’t go straight back to my dorm.I didn’t retreat into silence.I did something unexpected.I asked for advice.First came Evangeline.Technically, she was still my handmaid—Ambrosius’s second appointment after Linnea. But that title had always been misleading. Evangeline wasn’t just someone who carried my cloak or fetched me tea.She was a strategist in disguise. A support officer assigned under the veil of domestic serv
The Last Moonbane Under the Surface
Seraphina’s POVHaving a dedicated mentor didn’t mean we were suddenly transformed into reclusive, specialized arcane scholars like the postgraduate students in the east wing. We didn’t spend our days holed up in enchanted laboratories, tuning wands or deciphering historical spell matrices until our hair grayed.We still had to attend foundational classes.Elemental Theory. Magical Ethics. Interdisciplinary Spell Design. Even Chrono-Rune Structure, which I had hoped I’d never see again.It was almost comforting, how unchanging some parts of Loisage remained. Even after everything that had happened, the classrooms still smelled faintly of chalk and phoenix ash. The ink still stained your hands for days, and the enchanted chalkboards still wiped themselves clean mid-argument, as if bored with our slowness.But of course, the theory wasn’t where Professor Dryden’s attention focused.He could recite hex law backward and dissect were-form mutation charts in his sleep. That wasn’t the point
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