I couldn't stop thinking about the symbol.
It followed me everywhere.
On the training stick.
In the old book.
On the pendant.
In the photograph.
And now, somehow, in my head.
I drew it in the corner of my notebook.
A circle.
Half covered in darkness.
I stared at it.
Then crossed it out.
Ridiculous.
I flipped the page.
And drew it again.
“Seriously?”
I jumped.
Maya was standing beside my desk.
I covered the page.
“What?”
“You've been drawing that thing all morning.”
“No, I haven't.”
She pointed at my notebook.
“You literally just did.”
I closed it.
“It's nothing.”
Maya sighed.
“Luna.”
“What?”
“You know you can tell me things, right?”
I looked at her.
For a moment, I wanted to.
I wanted to tell her everything.
The strange sounds.
The notes.
The pendant.
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