Semua Bab THE LUNA'S RETURN FROM EXILE: Bab 1 - Bab 8

CHAPTER 4 – “WE WERE HOPING YOU'D SAY THAT.”They led me through the woods at dawn.I walked between Elric and Elara, silent, my pulse beating like a drum. My thoughts were heavy with what I’d read in that hidden book: Mira of the Lost Line. The girl who could either save or destroy.Was that truly me?“Where are we going?” I finally asked.Elric didn’t respond, but Elara said softly, “Somewhere ancient. Where your blood will speak the truth.”“Truth about what?”She glanced at me. “Whether you're the light… or the curse.”The path turned narrow, roots rising from the ground like claws. Crows flapped overhead. The deeper we went, the more the air seemed to thicken—heavy with power. My skin prickled with each step.At last, we stopped before a ring of blackened trees. Charred, dead, but strangely pulsing with something old.“The Burnt Circle,” Elric said. “It was scorched by the first fire-wielder centuries ago. Only the chosen can survive its trial.”I swallowed hard.Elara looked at

CHAPTER 2 – THE MARK OF A MURDERER & EXILEThe moon hung low the next night, blood-tinged and eerie, as if the heavens already knew what was coming.I stood before the stone hearth of the Council Hall, wrapped in a borrowed cloak, the Luna mark still burning against my skin. I hadn’t slept. The whispers hadn’t stopped since Nelly vanished. My name now passed between their lips like a curse. They keep blabbering something I don't know about among themselves.Many of them were giving me the annoying look, while some were giving me the unreadable look.> Mira, the one with glowing blood.> Mira, Moonborn.> Mira, daughter of betrayal.They all whispered among themselves.When the alarm bell rang at dawn, I was already awake.Moments later, warriors burst into the hall. Their boots slammed against the stone like war drums. I froze. “What do they want from me this time?” I thought.“The Head Chief is dead,” one of them barked. “Slain in his quarters last night.”Gasps rang out. My stomac

CHAPTER 7: MOONBRAND GLOWEDThe air in the councilor’s office was too cold, like the walls were holding their breath. Alpha Rael stood behind the wide wooden desk, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the old moon crest that is carved into the floor. The candlelight flickered.The door creaked open, and Councilor Matthias stepped in, his robe dragging behind him.“Alpha,” he said, his voice uneasy. “Something happened last night. The Moonbrand bronze... it glowed.”Rael lifted his head slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Are you sure?”Matthias nodded. “I saw it myself. The color wasn’t dull. It shines bronze like fire in moonlight.”For a long time, Rael said nothing. Then he turned to the window. “That mark hasn’t glowed in centuries,” he muttered. “It only reacts when a Moonborn’s blood stirs again.”Matthias stepped closer. “But that’s impossible. We exiled her. She drank wolfsbane and no one survives that.”Rael’s voice dropped low. “And still the bronze glowed.”Silence filled the room again.