The Reborn Luna: Never Again!
Because deep inside, I knew.
Their plan wasn’t perfect. The cracks were there. I only needed to widen them.
As the chamber emptied, Amara passed close, whispering in my ear.
“Keep fighting, little dove. The harder you struggle, the faster you’ll drown.”
I turned. I looked and met her cold smile with steady eyes.
“Or maybe,” I whispered back, “the harder I fight, the sooner you’ll burn.”
Her smile faltered, just a little.
And in that small tremor, I found my strength again.