Rejected Luna: Rise of the Moon Sovereign
Each movement forward was slow, deliberate moonlight tugging harder as I moved, my steps falling without pause.
Back he looked, just a flash, his gaze running along the row. Stay focused ahead, stay quiet, that was the message clear
They obeyed instantly.
Ahead, the trail tightened into a thin line through broken stone and brittle brush. With each step, dust drifted upward like slow smoke. Far off, beyond reach, lay Crimson Moon land edges traced by old markers smelling of time, center watched by those who used to name me their coming Luna.
A pull came stronger tonight, sharp and steady, as if fingers curled deeper inside my chest.