Reborn Of The Moon
Kael said.
“I always do,” Ember replied.
The three of them stood under the cedar, rain softening to mist as the dawn broke fully, light spilling through the branches above.
Aria closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of pine, rain, and earth.
She was the Moon Queen.
She was the flame, the mirror, the promise.
And this time, she would rise, not as a weapon of vengeance, but as the protector she had sworn to be, with those she trusted at her side.
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