Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The forest looked like it had never known sorrow.
Birdsong echoed in its hollows. Sunlight trickled between emerald leaves, dappling soft moss and blooms of pale violet that opened at Kael's footsteps, scenting the air with something sweet and strange. Wind whispered through the boughs, playful and warm, like fingers combing through hair. It was too perfect.
Too new.
Kael moved carefully, sword sheathed but hand always close to the hilt. Though the world had been rewritten, reborn even, it didn’t feel right. Not with the Hollow awake. Not with that thing—the First Listener—rising.
He’d run from the crumbling Between through a tear the god had left behind. It had landed him in this place, this unreal cradle of innocence. The Threads hummed here, but not lik
