POV Alex
The full moon hung heavy in the sky like a watchful guardian, flooding the clearing behind the palace gardens in silver light. The night hummed with quiet magic—ancient, knowing, alive.
Alex stood at the center of the clearing, her pulse steady, her senses sharp. The cool grass brushed her ankles, and the whisper of the wind felt like the world itself urging her forward. Beside her, Riley mirrored her stance, their movements synchronized without effort—twins of prophecy moving as one.
A few paces away, Queen Luna Beatrice and David observed, their expressions a mixture of pride and solemn understanding. Tonight wasn’t just training. Tonight was a threshold—one Alex could feel under her skin.
“Focus on your breath,” Queen Luna Beatrice called gently, her voice carrying through
