The Rejected Luna’s Hidden Legacy
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She confirmed it in private the next morning, her hands trembling as she worked, the crystals lit brighter than I’d ever seen them, humming loud enough to fill the whole chamber.
Not one heartbeat. Not two.
Five.
Mine, and four unborn.
Each one, she said, carried its own signature … one burning like open flame, one echoing low like distant thunder, one ancient beyond anything she could name, older than the crystals themselves. The fourth, though, she couldn’t read at all, no matter how many times she circled back to it.
“Your Majesty,” she whispered, hands still hovering above me, unwilling to press further. “One of these children is hiding its power from me.”