Book Two – Chapter 27
The Black Moon
The blackened leaf never reached the ground.
A cold wind caught it, carrying it high above the Hall of Forgotten Kings.
As it drifted through the air, every silver vein upon its surface darkened until it resembled a piece of midnight.
Far away in the Sun Temple, Lyra suddenly pressed a hand against her chest.
The Moon Goddess's blessing had become strangely cold.
Cassiel noticed immediately.
"What is it?"
Lyra frowned.
"The Moon Tree..."
"I think it's in pain."
The Sand Warden's expression grew serious.
"If the Moon Tree suffers..."
He looked toward the distant horizon.
"...every Guardian will feel it."
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Without wasting another moment, the Guardians left Sol'Kareth.
The Sand Warden insisted on joining them.
"I spent centuries prote
