Rebirth Of A Broken Luna
I felt fear crawl into my chest, but also a strange pull, as if the crystal was trying to speak in its own way.
“These are warnings, aren’t they?” I whispered.
I gasped as the crystal shook once in my hand. It was strong and sure, as if it were replying to me.
Understanding settled slowly in my chest. This crystal wasn’t a tool to command. It was something to awaken. Something that responded to truth, to emotion, to purpose.
I closed my fingers around it and nodded.
“Alright,” I whispered. “Teach me.”
The crystal’s glow brightened, filling the hidden library with silver light, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt it clearly.
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