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The quiet lasted 9 days.
Nine days of Aria saying new words. Nine days of the fields turning green again. Nine days of no whispers, no shadows, no attacks.
On the 10th day, the Moonstone fragments on the shelf shattered.
No one touched them. No warning. Just a sharp _crack_ at 3 AM and silver shards all over the floor.
Aria sat straight up in her crib, eyes wide open, gold glowing.
Darius was at her side before I was even out of bed. “What is it, little moon?”
She didn’t answer me. She looked past us, at the wall, like she was seeing something we couldn’t.
“It’s not finished,” she said. Her voice was her own, but layered again - that older, Lyra-like echo. “The Prophecy… there’s another line.”
The room went cold.
Lyra was there in 30 seconds, breathing hard, old texts under h
