***Lewis's P.O.V.***
I sit by the fire to meditate when I notice Carly's reflection in the mirror. She walks in, twirling her hands, causing tiny sparks to form from them, something she typically only does when she's nervous.
"What is it?" I ask, looking back at her through the reflection.
"Elder," Carly bows her head, "I have found her."
"Who is her?" I ask, annoyed.
I didn't have time for Carly's games. I was in the middle of my morning ritual.
"I'm sorry, Elder," she bows her head once again, " I have found the supposed Enchanted Luna."
"Really?" My annoyance changes instantly to curiosity.
I've been waiting for this day for centuries. I was granted the gift, more like a curse, of immortality when the prophecy was written. My gift of this long life will only be reversed once I
