Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The wind that rolled across the Hollow the next morning was different—neither whisper nor warning, but a gentle hand on the shoulder. A reminder that the world was still turning.
Liora stood barefoot in the dew-kissed grass of what had once been a courtyard. Around her, children chased each other through remnants of stone pillars and wildflower patches. The skeleton of the stronghold was slowly becoming something new—less a monument to war, more a sanctuary for what remained.
She turned at the sound of Kael’s footsteps. He was shirtless, damp from washing in the nearby spring, hair tousled by wind and water. A satchel was slung over one shoulder, and in his hand was a folded parchment sealed with red wax.
He raised an eyebrow. “Another message. This one ca
