His Betrayal, My Second Chance
Dante had let me take it from the library.
Opening it, the words appeared again as if they had been there all along: “The resurrection of your powers is coming. I hope you are prepared for it, Moonbound.” The words scribbled and vanished as soon as I finished reading them, as though they didn’t want anyone else to be able to read that part except me.
Resurrection of my powers? I didn’t even know what powers I had to begin with.
A few minutes later, I felt a strange sensation ghosting over my skin—soft at first, then sharper, as though the air itself had teeth. It crawled down my spine and settled low in my belly, a quiet ache that pulsed in time with the moon outside the window.
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