Fractures
For days there was only light.
Not the silver glow of moonrise, nor the ink of shadow—something new. A pale gold that shimmered through the air and hummed against Selene’s skin.
She and Kaen climbed from the hollow where the Heart had once rested and looked out across the Shadowlands. The mists that had hidden the realm for centuries were thinning. Towers of glass and onyx stood clear against the horizon; rivers ran bright where darkness had once swallowed everything.
Kaen stretched, shaking silver sparks from his fur. His low rumble carried a question.
“Yes,” Selene answered softly. “It’s beautiful.”
But beauty was not peace.
The light that poured from her hands did not rest; it trembled, seeking something beyond her grasp. Each time she tried to still it, the world shive
