The Exiled Luna
My arms felt empty, useless, as if they had been robbed of their purpose.
"No!" I screamed, lunging forward, but an invisible force slammed into me, pinning me in place. "Please, give him back! He’s my son!"
Arcturus looked at me, his expression unreadable but not unkind. "Zara," he said, his voice calm and measured, "listen to me. This child carries a destiny far greater than you can comprehend. He will be a beacon of light and a harbinger of power, but with that comes danger. Danger you cannot protect him from."
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