Luna of No One
Because I wasn’t part of the prophecy.
I was the disruption.
Dax led me underground, beyond the oldest stone. There, in silence, waited wolves I’d never seen:
outcasts, exiles, mutations.
They bowed to me, not in fear, in recognition.
“You carry the eclipse blood,” the eldest whispered.
“You are our Luna. And the war is already lost… unless you change the ending.”
Vaeron came to me under the bleeding moon. He didn’t kneel. But his voice trembled when he spoke.
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