Mag-log inCeleste's povThe morning sunlight streaming through my study window felt different somehow.Warmer, perhaps. Or maybe it was just that I had finally learned to appreciate it after so much darkness.I set down my quill and stretched, my neck stiff from hours bent over correspondence. Outside my window, Moonstone city bustled with life—merchants calling out their wares, children laughing as they played in the streets, the sound of construction as we continued rebuilding what had been destroyed.Six months since Seraphina's birth. Six months of relative peace.It felt almost too good to be true."Your Grace, you have been working since dawn." Mira appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray with tea and fresh bread. "At least eat something.""I have too much to do—""Which you will do better after eating." She set the tray on my desk with a pointed look. "Besides, you are meeting with the education committee this afternoon. You will need your strength to deal with Councilor Brennan's objec
Celeste's pov The dungeons looked different in daylight.Not literally—they were still underground, still lit by torches and the occasional shaft of sunlight from high windows. But they felt different. Workers moved through the corridors with hammers and tools, tearing down the old cells, building something new."We are converting them into storage rooms," the captain of the guard explained as he led me deeper. "You said no one should suffer down here again. So we are making sure they cannot.""Good." My voice came out steadier than I felt. Every step deeper into these corridors brought back memories—the cold, the fear, the certainty that I would die here. "What did you find?""This way, Your Grace."He led me to a section I had never seen before, far from where I had been held. The workers had been knocking down a wall when they discovered a false barrier hiding a chamber beyond.I stepped through the opening and stopped cold.The room was large, circular, and absolutely filled with
Celeste's povThe Goddess had barely faded from sight when Lyra gasped and doubled over."No," she breathed, one hand clutching her rounded stomach. "No, not now. It is too early—""Lyra!" Ronan was at her side instantly, catching her before she could fall. "What is wrong? What is happening?""The baby." Her face contorted with pain. "The baby is coming."Chaos erupted.Lady Evara, still holding Daemon, stepped back to give the healers room. Theron began barking orders about preparing for transport. King Aldric moved with surprising speed for his age, organizing soldiers to clear a path back to Shadowfang.And Ronan—the fearsome Alpha King who had faced shadow beasts and dark magic without flinching—looked absolutely terrified."She is not due for another six weeks," he said, his voice cracking. "This is too early. Something is wrong—""The Goddess's blessing triggered early labor," one of the healers said, already examining Lyra. "Not uncommon when powerful magic is involved. But we
Celeste's povThe ground did not just tremble—it split.Cracks spread across the ancient stones like lightning frozen in rock. The altar at the center of the clearing collapsed inward, revealing a hollow space beneath that glowed with silver light so bright I had to shield my eyes."Everyone back!" Ronan shouted, pulling Lyra and the sleeping child away from the growing crack.But we could not run far. We were exhausted, wounded, surrounded by the aftermath of battle. And something was rising from beneath the shrine—something that made the air itself shimmer with power.The light grew blinding. I felt it wash over me like a wave—not hot, not cold, but just… present. Every nerve in my body sang with awareness. The wounds from the battle stopped hurting. My exhaustion lifted slightly, replaced by a clarity I had never experienced.And then she appeared.The Moon Goddess.I knew it was her without being told. I knew it in the same way I knew my own heartbeat, the way I recognized my own
Celeste's pov Chaos erupted.Ronan's sword was out in an instant, his voice carrying over the clearing. "Protect the child! Form defensive positions!"Our soldiers moved with ease, creating a barrier between the cult members and where Lyra stood holding Daemon. But we were outnumbered—I counted at least thirty cultists pouring from the forest, maybe more hidden in the shadows.Lord Vance raised his hands and shadow magic coiled around his fingers like living serpents. He had stolen power somehow, corrupted himself deliberately. His eyes flickered between normal and solid black."Kill anyone who resists," he commanded. "But the child and the Moon Blessed—take them alive."The cultists rushed forward.I drew my sword—the weapon feeling more natural in my hands now after months of desperate practice. A cultist came at me, wild-eyed and screaming about the Shadow Queen's glory. I parried his first strike, countered with one of my own that opened his shoulder. He fell back and two more to
Celeste's povThe trail led us deeper into wilderness I had never seen before—ancient forest where the trees grew so thick their canopy blocked out the sun. The air itself felt different here, heavy with old magic that made my skin prickle."This place predates both kingdoms," Theron said quietly as we walked. "These are the old woods. The places that existed before wolves built their walls and claimed their territories."The shadow corruption grew stronger as we followed the trail. Dead animals littered the path—birds that had fallen from the sky mid-flight, deer collapsed where they stood. The plants turned black and brittle at our touch.And then we saw it.An ancient shrine rose from the forest floor like a monument to forgotten gods. Stone pillars carved with symbols I did not recognize surrounded a circular clearing. In the center, half-collapsed but still standing, was an altar covered in moss and vines.And huddled at the base of that altar was a woman.She clutched something







