Mark by Destiny.
The people circled her, singing the ancient song — one sung only in times of divine favor:
“O Moon, our mother, our guide in the night,
Your light we bear, your peace we fight.
From shadow’s grasp we now are free,
Your chosen lives — so let it be.”
Tears welled in Liora’s eyes as the voices rose around her. Christen joined her in the center, his hand finding hers. Together, they danced — slow and reverent at first, then faster as laughter took over. The others followed, spinning, clapping, theclapping, their joy unrestrained.