The White Crescents
He kissed her forehead one last time, whispering, "You will be just fine, little one."
Stepping back, Rufus began to chant, pouring all his magic and all his heart into the spell. The air around them grew heavy with power as the baby’s eyes fluttered closed, succumbing to the deep sleep. The cabin, once a refuge in the forest, began to fade, dissolving into a dark void until nothing remained but emptiness and cold.
With his energy drained, Rufus knelt beside the cot, gazing at the sleeping girl. His strength was nearly spent, but he knew she was safe—for now.
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