The Luna’s Heart - Part 2
The third bell did not ring so much as breath. A low tone rolled through the garden, deep enough to move the air, soft enough to make every petal tremble. The light around me folded inward, streaming toward the Moon of Oaths until the surface blazed white. A voice rose out of it-not the First Luna’s, not any voice I’d heard before. It was every sound I’d ever loved: my mother calling across the courtyard, Dominic whispering my name in the dark, the wind through winter leaves. “Child of the light,”it said, “why do you fear the shadow that was born with you?” I couldn’t any. Words felt too small for what stirred in my chest. “You divide what was made whole,” the voice went on. “Light without shadow blinds. Shadow without light devours. You carry both, and that is why the Moon breaks-to
- Writer
