The Moon Sigil’s light was a cooling balm on the searing memory of the Rift’s touch. Lyra stared at the mark on her palm, the crescent moon and star seeming to pulse with a rhythm that was both alien and deeply, fundamentally familiar. It was a rhythm of tides, of quiet cycles, of a light that did not burn but revealed.
“The Silver Lady…” Lyra whispered, the title feeling strange on her tongue. “Who was she?”
Morwen’s gaze was distant, looking into the granite archives of her people’s memory. “A myth from before myths were written. She who walked when the world was young, a balance to the first Sovereign’s dawn. Where his power was a roaring fire, hers was the silent, pulling sea. Where he built, she preserved. She was forgotten when the Star Age began, her gentle ways overshadowed by th
