The Luna Who Walked Away
“Then what?”
“The Lunar Reign,” I whisper. “A home for the broken, the lost, and the ones who refuse to kneel.”
He nods once. “Then let it rise.”
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That night, as I lie awake, I replay the day — Doom’s offer, my parents’ hunger, the taste of freedom mixed with danger. For the first time, I realize power isn’t always stolen. Sometimes, it’s built — brick by brick, scar by scar.
Mira knocks softly before entering. “I started contacting potential Betas and Gammas. Want me to show you the list?”