The morning of his sixth birthday felt like wearing new clothes that fit in places the old ones hadn't.
Kova woke with silver light dancing around his fingers without meaning to make it happen. The power felt different—not bigger exactly, but more like it belonged there. Like it had been waiting for him to grow into it properly. When he looked in the bathroom mirror, something ancient looked back through eyes that had been his own yesterday but somehow weren't quite the same today.
The Moon Mother had visited his dreams again, showing him pictures that felt important in ways his six-year-old brain couldn't quite arrange into proper thoughts. Bridges that spanned more than distance. Lights that healed more than hurt. Hands small enough to hold big concepts without breaking them.
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