The Luna who rose from the flames
Her hair shimmered like fire under the starlight, and her presence blazed like the fires that possessed her.
“I swear, the prophecy scroll glowed brighter when you stepped into the sanctuary,” she called out, elbowing Zephyr. “Fiamma’s aura was practically burning a hole through the parchment.”
Then she looked at me, eyes sparkling. “And you’re owning it now, aren’t you? The rising fire-born.”
I opened my mouth to argue but she threw her head back and laughed again, the sound echoing through the fields.
Off to the side, Nia, the Water Wolf, watched us with soft eyes. She sat cross-legged near a pool of moonlit water, her fingers dancing above its surface. A thin veil of liquid curled and shi
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