Rejected Luna: He wants me back
He wraps his free arm around the tree trunk as an anchor.
His presence gives me the strength I need. “Within this leaf, a curse I bind. From my son’s soul, it unwinds. Let its tendrils loosen, its darkness leave. Release from its hold, lend me your strength to finish this deed. Guide my will, and cleanse with your light. Banish the evil, set wrongs to right,” I chant.
A surge of energy pulses outwards from the circle. It crackles through the air. Ezra’s body shudders, then goes still. The silver markings on his face glow momentarily, an intense silver that seems to suck the darkness out of the storm. Then it dims.