The council met at dawn. The hall was already filled when I entered, the air scented with candle smoke and pine resin. The elders rose as one; some bowed deeply, others hesitated, uncertain how to address the person who had stepped out of legend and back into their world. Elder Ryn was the first to speak. “Luna Jennie. The Moon has a whole. The shadows are fading. We owe you our lives.” “You owe me both,” I said. “We did this together.” He nodded, eyes lowered. “Then let us make it right together. We wronged you. We doubted what we could not understand.” I looked around the room. “Doubt isn’t wrong,” I said. “Fear only becomes danger when it decides for us.” A murmur ran through the council. Father smiled faintly at the words but stayed silent. I took a breath and let the stillness s

