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What Glimmers, What Kills
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The Last Moonbane The Ones Who Follow
Seraphina’s POVThey were following me.I didn’t know how many. I couldn’t tell if they’d been students once or if they were always like this. But I knew they were wrong.Wrong in the way they moved—too fast, too quiet.Wrong in the way they stared—unblinking, not seeing, not thinking.Wrong in the way their magic bled into the air like oil over water—distorted, flickering, pulsing with the same rhythm as that cursed pendant I had sealed in my pack.I hadn’t had time to wonder what happened to the others.When the attack hit, it came from three sides.No warning, no preamble.One second we were walking. The next, Lily screamed.Then everything was chaos.We scattered, again.This time it wasn’t fear that drove us apart—it was survival.I’d seen the eyes of the ones who came for us. Vacant. Not dulled by fear or fatigue, but emptied. Their hands moved like they were pulling strings they couldn’t see. Their mouths were slightly open, as if they were waiting to breathe but never did.Som
The Last Moonbane Teeth Beneath the Calm
Seraphina’s POVIt began with the eyes.Not the corpse’s.Ours.Lily stood near the edge of the clearing, arms wrapped tightly around herself, barely blinking. The other two students—second-years, names I hadn’t bothered to learn—stood a little apart, as if distance could offer them protection. But it wasn’t grief that froze them in place.It was something slower.Thicker.A silence that didn’t mourn, but waited.And I—I was staring at the thing in the grass.The pendant.It hadn’t looked like anything when I first saw it. Just a dull curve of silver, small and harmless, lying beside the chest of the boy who’d died hours earlier. He hadn’t wanted to touch it. But he’d been pressured to. Encouraged.Forced, even.And then he died.His body had gone still in an instant—no convulsions, no screaming. One heartbeat, he was there. The next, gone.We buried him.Or tried to.The soil here was shallow and uncooperative. Roots tangled our blades, moss rejected our shovels. We pushed stones ov
The Last Moonbane The Wake
Stephen’s POVAt first, I thought we hadn’t buried him deep enough.We didn’t dig graves in the Wildfold. The moss wouldn’t allow it, and the roots always shifted back, like the forest resented the disturbance. So we covered the body—Perran, the boy who died after touching the cursed earring—with rocks and a ward field, then left him under a low ridge, marked with a glowing glyph for retrieval.None of us wanted to look at it again.The earring had stopped pulsing.That’s what made it worse.It just lay there, glinting faintly in the dirt beside his hand like nothing had happened.We made camp a few kilometers away.Too many students had arrived to keep the original team structures intact. We consolidated with two nearby groups—just under a dozen of us now, sharing watch shifts and resources. No one asked who was in charge.The fear did that for us.Maren didn’t speak. She sat sharpening her blade with small, tight movements that didn’t match the dull edge of her whetstone. Harlan adj
The Last Moonbane Blood in the Wildfold
Stephen’s POVThe Wildfold had changed.I didn’t notice it at first. Not while our team was following the standard objectives: track beacon anomalies, secure sigil points, report back to the central uplink tower before sundown. All routine. All controllable.But now the wind felt wrong.Too still.Too silent.Even the leaves didn’t move like they should. The forest canopy above us had begun to bend unnaturally inward, as if something just beyond our perception was drawing in breath—and holding it.I wasn’t the only one who noticed.Harlan, quiet and watchful as always, kept glancing at the sky.Maren didn’t speak once during the last hour of walking.We didn’t talk about it.We just kept moving.We were nearing a rune-lock clearing, trying to find a stabilization token, when we heard the scream.It was close.It wasn’t the kind of shout you made when a spell hit too hard, or when you tripped into an illusion trap.It was raw.It was pain.And it didn’t stop after a few seconds—it crac
The Last Moonbane What Glimmers, What Kills
Seraphina’s POVWe didn’t speak of the pendant again.Not out loud.Not even in the way one sometimes says nothing and still says everything.Thalia didn’t ask what else I had seen below the shrine floor. Elias didn’t question why the beacon was warm like it had been holding breath.But I could tell they felt it.The Wildfold wasn’t just reacting anymore.It was watching.We didn’t leave the site immediately.The map had reshaped its objectives, but none urgent enough to force movement—not when the light was thinning and the air had started to buzz with storm energy. This part of the island was more stable than most, and we had advantage of high ground.So we set up a perimeter.Thalia took the northern edge, muttering quietly as she reset her barrier glyphs. Elias moved toward the southern slope with his scope orb, scanning for moving heat. I returned to the broken shrine, not to guard it, but to watch it.The pendant was still there.Lying in the dirt where I’d first seen it—glintin
The Last Moonbane Into the Wildfold
Seraphina’s POVThe Wildfold didn’t welcome us.It consumed us.The portal dropped me into damp, uneven stone—halfway up a ridge overgrown with moss, surrounded by twisting trees and sky that didn’t quite hold a color I recognized. The air was sharp, metallic, threaded with magic so old it didn’t feel artificial anymore. It felt… sentient.I stood quickly, checking my bag and token pouch. Everything intact.Around me, other students were materializing in flashes of light. Some stumbled. A few screamed. One dropped her wand and nearly fell into a gully. The island was doing its best to rattle us from the beginning.It almost succeeded.But not with me.A glyph shimmered in the air above us.UNIT ALLOCATION COMPLETE.OBJECTIVE INITIATED.SURVIVAL AND PERFORMANCE UNDER EVALUATION.Shortly after, personal glyphs appeared before each student, naming their assigned group.I barely glanced at mine.Unit 12A:Seraphina MoonbaneThalia VarrinElias TrenmorI didn’t sigh. Didn’t frown. Didn’t r
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