ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
And whispered, “Let me do something that matters.”
“No,” Liora said sharply. “No one else dies for me. Not again.”
But before she could pull Liolai away, The girl stepped forward, Brave, Sure. Her small hand reached into the book the Author held. And turned one more page, This one was blank.
She wrote with her fingertip, her own blood now mixing with her mother’s. Just three words. We stay together. The book caught fire, Not in destruction But in rebirth.
A wind tore through the realm, All three of them, Liora, Kael, and Liolai, were lifted into the air. The circle of memory folded inward. The Author’s cloak caught flame at the hem, crawling upward. Its hands opened.
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