chapter 5- The Moon remembers
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Nova’s POV
Sleep came late.
The buzz of energy from our first full day at the Academy still hummed under my skin—training had pushed everyone to the edge, but something in me thrived under the pressure. And yet, despite the exhaustion, my mind wouldn’t quiet.
When I did fall asleep, it wasn’t peaceful.
I was no longer in my bed.
Silver mist coiled around my ankles. The world shimmered in blue and starlight. Towering black trees stretched high into the sky, carved with glowing runes. I stood alone in a clearing, barefoot, breath visible in the chilled air.
Then she appeared.
Cloaked in celestial silk, her eyes held the weight of eternity—glowing like twin moons.
The Moon Goddess.
“You feel it now, don’t you?” she said, stepping closer. “Something stirring inside you.”
My voice barely worked. “What is this? Why am I—”
“You were not born. You were sent,” she said, lifting a pale hand. “You are the daughter of the Moon, a gift left in the arms of two who longed for a child. A promise to those who proved their loyalty.”
“I’m just… Nova.”
She smiled, but it held sorrow. “No, child. You are Moonborn. My blood runs in your veins. Stronger than wolf. Stronger than Lycan. Meant to stand when all others fall.”
The sky cracked like glass, revealing flame and darkness—an army of twisted beasts crawling over the land. Red-eyed. Formless.
“They come,” she whispered. “And only one can stop them.”
She reached toward me, pressing a glowing hand to my forehead. A sharp pain lit behind my eyes as visions poured in:
A cradle of stars.
A city on fire.
A scream that shattered the sky.
Silver light exploding from my chest.
A pair of golden eyes watching in the dark.
I woke up choking on air, drenched in sweat. My skin glowed faintly silver—veins lit beneath the surface—then dimmed. Gone.
But nothing about me felt the same.
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Max pov
Sleep finally pulled me under like a riptide—swift and cold.
The battlefield was endless. Ruined stone, scorched trees, ash falling like dead snow. My boots crunched over bones, my claws already out. The sky overhead was split in two—one side night, one side fire.
And in the center of it all… Nova.
She wasn’t running. She never runs.
She stood in the c*****e like she was born from it. Her eyes glowed silver, her hair lifted by unseen wind. A force poured from her chest—raw, ancient, terrifying.
Shadow-creatures lunged at her, red-eyed and crawling like nightmares. She lifted her hand. Moonlight answered.
With a scream, they turned to dust.
I stepped forward, but the moment I did, the world shivered. Cracked.
Then a voice spoke—ancient, low, and full of warning:
“She will not destroy you, Max. But if you stand in her way… she will not save you either.”
My blood ran cold.
Nova turned toward me—and for a second, her glow dimmed. She looked human. Scared.
Then the light surged again, brighter than ever. It swallowed the world whole.
I jolted upright, drenched in sweat. Chest heaving.
The voice echoed in my mind like a brand:
She will not destroy you... but she will not save you either.
And somehow, I knew—this wasn’t just about her.
It was about all of us.
—-
The Council of Elders never meets without cause—especially not beneath the Academy library, in the sanctum hidden behind layers of silver-threaded stone and celestial runes.
But tonight, they gathered. Because of her.
I stayed in the shadows, every instinct screaming that I shouldn’t be here. But something stronger kept me still: the need to understand what Nova is. What I saw in my dream.
“She’s not like the others,” said Elder Winston, his voice coiled tight with unease. “She’s not some blessed wolf. Not a prodigy. She is the first and only Moonborn.”
A hush followed. Even the flames in the wall sconces seemed to still.
“There have been children favored by the Moon,” murmured Elder Mason, “but never one created by Her hand. The girl was given, not born. No bloodline explains her. No prophecy covers what her awakening will bring.”
“She is power incarnate,” Winston said. “A force not meant to walk among mortals. And yet—here she is. Slumbering in the skin of a girl, among Lycans and wolves.”
“She was meant to bring balance,” added another. “But balance can tip both ways. The Goddess made her to tip the scale when the darkness rises—but what if the girl cannot bear it?”
“And if she breaks?” Elira asked softly.
“Then the world breaks with her.”
Nova’s POV
There’s something inside me. Something vast and ancient. I can feel it, humming under my skin. It calls to the moon. It sings through my blood.
And lately, I’ve been dreaming of silver. In stars. In forgotten voices.
They all say the same thing: You are the only one.
No one else carries this light. No one else can.
Whatever I am… it wasn’t made in a womb. It was made by the Moon herself.
And now something dark is moving—drawn to that light.
I just don’t know if it’s coming to stop me… or to claim me.
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