The storm rolled in without warning.No shift in scent.No slow, gathering weight of clouds.One瞬 the sky above Moonshadow was a clear blue shell, the next it was veiled in a strange, luminous gray that was not quite cloud, not quite mist.Luna felt it first in her bones.A deep, low hum that was not the ache of the Moonstone, not the throb of her overworked heart, but a *summoning* chord struck on some unseen instrument.She stood at the edge of the Moonstone Grove, hand resting lightly on the cool pillar of crystal, listening to Kerran read out a letter from Greenwood, when the hum hit.It was like someone plucked a string inside her chest.Her mark flared, a bright, sudden pulse that swallowed the softer daylight.Her knees wobbled.“Luna?” Kerran’s voice snapped off mid-sentence.She steadied herself on the stone.“Do you feel that?” she asked, voice thin.Kerran blinked.“Feel… what?” he asked, wary.Luna’s answer was cut off by a single, clear tone ringing out across the grove.
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