CROWNED BY BLOOD
When she finally woke, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, she whispered, "I saw another you, Mama. A version of you that never became Queen, who was hunted for what she carried. She... she died protecting her children."
I didn't sleep that night, or the next. The thought of alternate versions of myself, living different lives, facing similar threats, haunted my every waking moment.
We called them Echoed Versions, the countless reflections of ourselves scattered across reality's infinite mirrors. I met them in flickers of magic, in mirrors of stardust that appeared in quiet moments when the dimensional barriers grew thin. Another Luna, hardened and warrior-born, who had never known love bu