ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
“You abandoned me.”
Liora didn’t flinch. “You’re not me anymore.”
They clashed, Fire met memory. And for a moment Liora felt herself splinter, But she refused, Refused to let the past rewrite her, With a scream, she burned the mirror-double to glass, The air shimmered, All across the ridge, the doubles shrieked and shattered.
Silence returned But it wasn’t peace, A new glyph carved itself across the Citadel gates, The same one from the seventh throne, Aria stared at it in horror. “No,” she whispered.
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