~Valeria~
The Lunar Spirit Stone was sitting on this pedestal like it was waiting for someone to yoink it. Glowing all silver and alluring, about the size of my fist, looking way less dramatic than I expected for something we almost died fifty times to find.
So this is it. The thing Dad's life depends on. A shiny rock.
I reached for it and my hand was shaking like I'd chugged five energy drinks. The closer I got, the brighter it glowed, reacting to me like it knew I was coming.
Please don't curse me. Please don't explode. Please don't turn me into a frog or whatever ancient magic does to people who touch stuff they shouldn't.
My fingers wrapped around it and holy s**t, it was warm. Like holding a mug of hot chocolate, except the mug was alive and pulsing with power that shot up my ar
