The Rejected Luna’s Secret Crown
Five Years Later
The training drone buzzed through the canopy of the Ghost Isle forest like an angry hornet. It was a Western model, scavenged from a downed scout ship years ago, repainted matte black, and modified to move faster than anything nature intended.
"Keep your center low," I murmured, watching the monitors in the command bunker. "Don't chase it. Let it come to you."
On the screen, a small figure darted through the ferns.
Valen was five years old, but he moved with the silence of a predator three times his age. He wore a scaled-down tactical vest over a grey tunic, his knees scuffed with mud, his black hair tied back in a messy knot that mirrored his father’s.
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