Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The days blurred into nights, each one softer than the last. Not because the world was suddenly safe, but because the weight we carried was different now. It wasn’t about war. It wasn’t about surviving the rift, the Hollow, or the ghosts of those we had lost.
It was about learning how to live again.
I spent my mornings walking through the edges of the Citadel ruins, the dew wet on my bare feet, Kael always somewhere nearby. The ghosts of the place whispered sometimes—memories stirred by cracks in stone and ash lingering too long on broken pillars—but they were only echoes now. I no longer feared them. I listened.
Rebuilding hadn’t started in the way others might have expected. There were no councils, no declarations. Just hands, calloused and aching, worki
