Chapter 6: The Dreaming Path
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That night, Elara dreamed in silver.
She stood barefoot on a path made of moonlight, stretching endlessly through a field of night-blooming flowers. Stars pulsed above like watchful eyes, and petals danced in the wind—soft and luminous.
A figure stood ahead of her, cloaked in shadow and pale starlight.
Caelen.
But here, in this dream-place, he looked whole. His wings shimmered with ethereal grace, the tears and blood gone. His eyes held no pain—only knowing.
“Where are we?” she asked, though her voice came out like a breath of wind.
“The Dreaming Path,” he said. “A place between worlds. Where truths bloom.”
She looked around, heart racing. “This isn’t a normal dream.”
“No,” he said. “I brought you here. I wanted to show you.”
He reached out a hand. Hesitant. Gentle.
She took it.
The world shifted. The flowers wilted. A vision unfolded—a once-glorious palace of alabaster and pearl, nestled under a silver tree, shattered by shadow and flame. The Moon Court in ruin.
Elara gasped. “This was your home.”
Caelen nodded, jaw tight. “It was. Until betrayal tore it apart.”
“By who?”
He looked at her then, and his answer was quiet. “My brother.”
The vision faded. The starlit path returned.
“You need to understand,” he said. “The Moon Court is waking. It’s calling to you. Because you are of it—whether you believe it or not.”
“But I don’t know anything about your world,” Elara whispered.
“You will.” He stepped closer. “And when the time comes, you’ll have to choose.”
The path behind her began to dissolve. Petals rose into the air like sparks.
“I don’t understand what I’m supposed to be.”
He touched her cheek, light as a whisper.
“You’re the bloom after the storm, Elara.”
And then she woke, heart pounding, the scent of moonflowers still in the air.
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