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And this time, I wasn't going to play by the rules of the draft. I hit the ground. It was dirt. It smelled like rain and oil. I stood up and looked around. I was in a room I didn't know, holding a gun I didn't recognize. A man stepped out from the shadows. "You are early," he said. It was the Publisher. He looked young, healthy, and evil. "We haven't even started chapter one yet." I looked at him and smiled. It was the deadliest smile I had. "Then let's skip to the end," I said.

Like a puppet he stood, posed in an Albert Einstein-ish kind of way without meaning it. So, what should he make of this now, or was he actually meant to make something out of this. "Wait! Where is Mr. Man?" Left, right, front, centre, back. There was no one on the horizon. Where Is he? Did he disappear like the wisp of a smoke? Most likely! Where have I gotten myself? And with a start he awoke from his sleep. Chapter Twenty-one The door of destiny

Then, I settled myself against the trunk, a silent sentinel facing the town square where they would arrive. Drawing on my mana, I wove a cloak of invisibility around my form, muffling my scent, sound, and presence from the world. Time became a slow river. Minutes bled into an hour. Anxious energy thrummed through me, a frantic rhythm against the patient stillness of the oak. Where were they? I stood up. My pacing wore a faint path in the grass before I forced myself into stillness. Then I felt it—not with my eyes or ears, but with my very soul. A sharp, violent tear in the fabric of mana.

The skin of a man who had not hurried through whatever he had just done. He stopped in the middle of the room. He looked at me. And I understood, in the two seconds before he said anything, that the first look was not going to be like the look he had given me when he walked through the door. This one was different. This one had arrived. The first look the one from Chapter One, if I were telling this as a story and not as a life had been the look of a man registering a variable. A noticed thing. Something that did not fit the pattern. Efficient. Catalogued.

⸻ “You’ve finally come back…” A long silence followed. Then the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes. They were the same impossible crimson that had appeared in Alessio’s visions. He smiled faintly. ⸻ “Now…” ”…it’s time to remember why you chose to die.” End of Chapter 15

It was like my Lord was waiting for me to call onto Him because my eyes fell open the moment I asked for help. My arms and legs finally responded to my commands. "I said put me down."I behested. Finally the woman put me down. I looked around but couldn't see anyone close to me. "Where did she disappear to."I asked myself before I felt cold bony hands touching my stomach. I could feel them but couldn't see them. "So you're invisible?"I asked. "Sometimes."she simply said. "What do you mean." "I see you already know the answer but you are trying to disturb me and I really don't like it when someone tries to act smart with me."she warned.

**The Banished Luna** **Chapter 1 — Shadows Before the Moon** The moonlight poured through the narrow window, silvering the dust that hung in the air. I tugged my worn cloak tighter around my shoulders as I stacked the last bundle of herbs on the healer’s table. My fingertips were raw from picking nettles all afternoon, but the sting was nothing compared to the constant ache of being invisible. Invisible — except when I was a problem. “Aria, you’re slow again.” The healer’s sharp voice snapped me from my thoughts. She didn’t look up from grinding roots in her mortar. “If you can’t keep up, I’ll tell Beta Rowan to find someone else.”

The darkness swallowed them whole. ☠️ End of Chapter 16