Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The page from Yllira’s rift sat pressed beneath Liora’s palm as if it pulsed with a heart of its own.
Begin.
She had read the word aloud. She had meant it. But the truth was, she didn’t know what beginning looked like anymore. Not when the story she had rewritten had bled through into the spaces between reality. Not when echoes of forgotten lives hummed in the wind, and the Hollow itself leaned closer, hungry to listen.
That night’s gathering dispersed with whispers and wonder, but Liora remained by the Sigil Tree long after the fires dwindled to ash. Kael didn’t leave her side. Thistle curled into sleep in the roots, wrapped in petals and memory, and even the air seemed content to linger.
It would not last.
Liora could feel it in her bones—that same une
