Hunters of the Divide
The road that led away from the twin-sun village twisted through hills that shimmered like glass at their peaks and clay at their roots. Every few steps the world flickered between forms—one heartbeat of the mortal realm, one heartbeat of the Shadowlands. The wound between them had stopped bleeding but hadn’t yet healed.
Selene walked at the front, cloak hooded, eyes scanning the distance. The being—her strange, luminous child—followed quietly, its light dimmed to a soft glow. Kaen padded between them, head low, every sense stretched.
“Do they fear me?” the child asked after a long silence.
“They fear what they don’t know,” Selene said. “And you are everything they’ve never known.”
The being looked up at the pale sun. “You fear me too.”
“I fear losing you,” she
