ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
Her mind reeled, She began to forget Her pack, Her pain, Her reason.
The Hollow Crown trembled against her back, flickering in and out of existence, But then, A memory he couldn’t steal, A laugh, Soft, High, Childlike. “Mommy, watch this!” Liora gasped. Liora, Not Nimara, Not queen, Not god, Just Liora, mother of one.
She grabbed the flame inside that memory, and let it roar, A wall of fire exploded between her and the Unwritten, searing through dimensions, slicing back the ink rewriting her.
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