THE LUNA WHO ROSE FROM THE ASHES
The sun-orchids glowed with a faint, bioluminescent light, casting a golden hue over the stone pathways.
"They're growing up so fast, Leo," Luna murmured, looking up at the clear starlight. "Sometimes, when I look at Talia, I see Mother standing there, ready to change the world."
"And Aidan has Father's stubborn determination," Leo laughed softly, his eyes reflecting the distant stars. "We did it, Luna. We kept the foundation solid. The cycle didn't break."
"It won't break," Luna said with absolute certainty, wrapping her arm through his. "Because we aren't teaching them how to be rulers. We are teaching them how to serve."
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