The Alpha and the Rental Luna
Before my eyes, even as I stand here in the water, I can see fruit ripening and vines twisting, as if the world were drawing itself into a new shape.
“I’m not sure,” Sylvester answers truthfully as he looks around. “It reminds me of a book my mom used to read,” his face softens as he pulls one of the few happy memories left of his mother. “It was the story about the Moon Goddess and her daughters, and the eternal forest they inhabited in the celestial plane. Even these trees,” he pointed to the strange trees bordering the river with trunks in warm hues starting with gold and flowing through orange, umber, and violet, “they look a lot like Evermore Trees. They are said to grow where heroes ar
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