The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
I brush the petals aside, revealing the faint seam of the hidden door, and gently push it open.
Then I turn to her and stretch out my hand again.
She looks at it for a breath, maybe two, then places hers in mine.
Together, we step through.
The world beyond is nothing like the one we left behind.
My secret haven.
The air is cooler here, the scent of mint and crushed fern brushing our skin like a welcome. Lush moss carpets the stone beneath our feet. The sound of running water echoes gently from a source that doesn't make sense, a spring that has no beginning, tributary, or visible origin. It simply exists, the way some magic just does.
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