THE LUNA WHO ROSE FROM THE ASHES
He couldn't see her face, but the air around her smelled faintly of jasmine and the deep cosmos.
"Who... who are you?" Leo panted, trying to stand.
The figure didn't speak. She simply raised a hand, sending a wave of warm, healing energy into his chest that instantly knitted his ribs back together. Then, with a fluid, ghostly movement, she vanished into the treeline, leaving only the sound of a soft, maternal sigh on the wind.
"Luna," Leo whispered, staring at the empty space. "Did you see her?"
Luna closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as she felt a familiar, comforting warmth touch her mind. "I didn't see her, Leo. But the earth remembers her. We aren't alone anymore."
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