The Lunar Legacy
You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, watch!
Elder Cora sat on a woven mat, silver braids loose, woven with jasmine, cloak folded, obsidian amulet clutched, its crescent moon pulsing faintly, a warning hum under her trembling fingers. Her lined face was serene, gray eyes clouded, visions of ash and bone shifting, a new threat rising, her strength unwavering. Mist, her wolf, whispered, ethereal, tense, tail curling. They’re yours, my heart—guide, warn, stand!
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