Selene’s POV
The stone cracked in my palm.
A hairline split down the center, faint light bleeding through like breath caught between two ribs. Not warm. Not cold. Just… old.
Older than the Spiral.
Older than Luna bloodlines.
Older than names.
I looked up at the Prophet, whose face was locked in stillness.
“She’s waking,” I said again. “The first.”
The Prophet only nodded.
“She’s not like the others,” she whispered. “The Spiral didn't create her. She birthed the Spiral.”
My stomach turned. “Then what is she?”
The fire dimmed in the hearth behind us.
The Prophet’s voice dropped to a whisper:
“She’s the one memory that never wanted to be remembered.”
Kade didn’t believe it at first.
“A myth,” he said, pacing. “Some ancient warning passed down in dreams.”
“Then explain the ston
