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Unexpectedly, she didn’t react that way, she only sighed and grabbed my hands. “Moonlight Shadows is very complicated and I’m afraid yours would be much more complicated” “What do you mean, Mother?” My brows scrunched up in confusion as I tried to comprehend what she said “What do you feel around Gabriel?” She asked and my eyes widened the size of saucers under her scrutinising gaze. What does she mean? Wouldn’t I be embarrassing myself by telling her these things? What would she think of me? “Do I really have to tell you that, Mother?” I asked, blush creeping onto my face as I felt slightly embarrassed.

"But be warned, some truths are better left buried in the darkness." With a wave of its hand, the Guardian conjured a shimmering orb of light, illuminating the chamber in a soft, golden glow. As Cassia's eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she realized that the secrets of this place were far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. As the golden light bathed the chamber, revealing its ancient secrets, Cassia and her companions were met with a sight that left them breathless. Carved into the walls were intricate symbols and glyphs, their meaning lost to time. Strange artifacts adorned stone pedestals, emitting a faint hum that seemed to resonate with the very air itself.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

The deeper they went, the colder the air became. Dust floated through the narrow beams of light. Rows of towering shelves appeared in the darkness below—filled with scrolls older than kingdoms. Secrets forgotten by the world. If answers about the mysterious moon existed… They would be hidden here. Lyra walked between the towering shelves slowly. Her mark pulsed again. And somewhere deep in the library… something shifted in the shadows. Unseen. Watching. Waiting. The Thirteenth Moon had risen. And its story had only just begun. 🌙

What was happening? Before she could react, a brilliant, golden light erupted from the book's spine, flooding the room with warmth and brightness. The air around her shimmered, filled with soft, glowing particles that floated like stars in the night. Selene gasped, her breath catching as the light intensified. Its glow was so powerful that it forced her to squint.

Maybe I’ve got this after all. The room stole my breath. It was a library, pristine and organize, and Shelves climbed to the ceiling, stuffed with leather-bound books, their spines stamped with runes that shimmered faintly. Little orbs of light floated above, glowing soft gold, bobbing like fireflies. A desk sat in the corner, a sprig of Moonshade in a vase atop it—its petals shimmered, and its scent shifted as I moved, first jasmine, then clove, then something earthy I couldn’t name. I ran my fingers over a shelf, grabbed a book at random, and sank into a chair, its cushions swallowing me whole. The pages crackled as I opened them, yellowed and brittle, spilling stories of pack lore—lunar

The room was dark except for a strange, shimmering light coming from the far end. My feet carried me toward it, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. When I reached the source of the light, my breath caught in my throat. An old, weathered book sat on a pedestal, its pages glowing with an ethereal light. The symbols on the cover were unlike anything I had ever seen—ancient, magical, and somehow… familiar. I hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to jump out and stop me. But there was no one. Only the persistent call of the voice urging me to look deeper. I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched the glowing book.

It must be, what else could it be? So, they read. Arthur browsed through all the books that the librarian had shared, and Mila read through all the books she could find in the library of her kingdom, but none mentioned anything about the curse. However, they both did come across the truth, or what was written about, in a book called – ‘What forms the darkness?’ Darkness is not something that happens on its own. Darkness is the absence of light… You need to remove light from someone or something to make it dark, and the same happened long ago.

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road