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What She Stopped Saying
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The Last Moonbane The First Solo Trial
Seraphina’s POVI thought about Stephen sometimes.Not the way I used to—no long, spiraling tangles of worry or longing. Just flickers. Passing thoughts.A year ago, I would’ve found it unthinkable to grow distant from him. We had, after all, shared a womb, a house, and a history carved from the same brutal script. I’d believed we would face everything together—because how could we not?Now, we barely shared words.It wasn’t his fault.He was still fighting.Just… not beside me.I’d chosen a path that curved away too fast and too far in directions I couldn’t explain—to him or to anyone. And the more I walked it, the less room there was for anyone else.After retrieving the antidote formula from the blood mirror, I had refused Professor Dryden’s offer to simply hand me the materials. He’d respected that—mostly. But he still taught me what I would need to survive the process of collecting them.Some of the ingredients weren’t dangerous so much as difficult. Take the Farse Wild Hare, for
The Last Moonbane What She Stopped Saying
Stephen’s POVWe hadn’t said goodbye.Not really.After the walk through the northern gardens—after that almost-conversation, after the offer I knew she wouldn’t accept—I’d watched her go without looking back. That wasn’t new. Seraphina rarely looked back at anyone these days.But something about the way she’d left...It stayed with me.A finality I hadn’t been prepared for.I used to know when her distance meant tiredness, and when it meant she was spiraling. Now it all blended together—an armor so seamless that even I couldn’t tell where she hurt.That night, I returned to my dorm and stood for a long time at the window, just watching the lights flicker across campus. My books remained unopened. The parchment on my desk remained blank.And I told myself, again, that it was fine.That she was fine.That this was just how things worked now.But the truth settled cold in my chest.Seraphina had stopped coming to me.It had started small. Fewer questions about ritual logic. Less interes
The Last Moonbane What They Want Me to Be
Seraphina’s POVThe second time I woke from the dream, I didn’t scream.Not like the first time.This time, I just sat up—slowly, quietly. Like surfacing from deep water. Like something heavier than breath had been holding me down, and now it was gone.My throat was dry. My sheets were soaked. But my hands weren’t shaking, and my breath came steady, if shallow.That, I supposed, was progress.I didn’t linger in the feeling.I didn’t try to chase it away or drag it back for interpretation. I didn’t reach for symbolism or start crafting journal entries in my head. There were too many things to do—too many problems stacking up like brittle books on an unstable shelf.And some things, no matter how strange or disturbing, had to wait their turn.Professor Dryden had agreed to help me.But not in the way most students at Loisgae would expect.He wasn’t going to walk me through dark ruins or hand me an enchanted key wrapped in black silk. He wasn’t going to slip me ancient tomes under the ta
The Last Moonbane The Dream Again
Seraphina’s POVThe gathering had gone better than I expected.That was the strange part.It wasn’t perfect—we weren’t suddenly the closest-knit group on campus, laughing and spilling secrets—but it was real. It was warm. It was more than just tolerable; it was... fun.Thalia had teased me nonstop about the dessert. Nyra had, predictably, footnoted the waffle’s magical ancestry. Elias had said almost nothing, but when he did, he cut through the noise with unsettling clarity. For once, I hadn't been the silent one in the corner or the one being studied from afar.We’d talked. We’d even laughed. Real laughter, not polite exhale-through-your-nose amusement. Laughter that left my ribs aching.We stayed until the café's lights dimmed and the enchantment over the glass ceiling shifted into night mode—an artificial twilight streaked with illusion-stars.When we parted ways, there was no ceremony. Just nods, a quiet wave from Elias, a smirk from Thalia, and Nyra muttering something about dige
The Last Moonbane The Gathering
Seraphina’s POVWas it really that easy?That had been the question echoing in my mind after I sent the invitations. And now, sitting at a window table in Morning Moth, watching three very different people settle into chairs across from me, I found myself thinking:Maybe… yes.Maybe it really was that simple.Not easy emotionally—my nerves were a mess—but simple in structure. I had written the message. They had read it. And now they were here.Thalia Varrin plopped into the seat to my left with a casualness that felt almost loud. She wore a lightweight utility jacket over a sleeveless black top, dark combat trousers tucked into worn boots, and a green enamel pin of some sort of coiled snake glinting at her collarbone. She leaned back in her chair like we were about to discuss crossbow specs, not share dessert.“I’ll be honest,” she said immediately, tugging off her gloves, “I didn’t think you were a ‘group pastries and conversation’ kind of girl.”Across from me, Nyra adjusted her sle
The Last Moonbane The Advice
Seraphina’s POVThe Blood Mirror had fallen silent.Its surface reflected only me now—no more pulsing light, no more echoes of ancient breath. But inside me, something still hummed with the aftershock of Morgana’s voice.The poison in you is not mortal.The words repeated like a heartbeat, steady and undeniable.It had never been a weakness. Never a flaw in my bloodline or my strength. It had been a weapon. A deliberate act. A slow-acting sabotage buried in my bones by someone I had trusted.And now—I knew.Now—I had a path.I didn’t wait until dawn.I left my room as soon as the Academy grounds quieted. The halls were dim, lamplight flickering against old stone, shadows swaying like memories.Professor Dryden was where I expected him to be—his private office in the older wing, surrounded by scraps of spellwork and half-repaired artifacts. He was bent over an old rune map, its surface cracked and charred from what looked like a backfired incantation. Small glyphs floated like ash abov
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