Luna dreamed of her mother. Not the fragments Rowan's Phoenix stone had shown her. Not Elowen running. Not Gareth. Not blood. This was different. Luna was small. Perhaps four. She sat beneath an enormous white tree while sunlight slipped through silver leaves. Someone sat behind her, gently combing her hair. Luna couldn't see her face. But she knew. The way children sometimes knew things before the world taught them to doubt. “Mom?” The comb stopped. Luna's heart began pounding. Slowly, she turned. Elowen Vale sat behind her. Dark hair. Warm brown eyes. A smile that hurt Luna somewhere deep inside her chest. “Hello, my little flame.” Luna couldn't breathe. She had spent nineteen years believing Elena was her mother. Then discovered the woman had helped Gareth hide the truth. She had discovered Rowan. Discovered Elowen. Discovered bloodlines, Phoenixes, gods, prophecies. But this— this was her mother. “Are you real?” Elowen's smile trembled. “Yes.” Lun
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