Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The black rain stopped as abruptly as it had begun.
Not with a fade.
But with a punctuation mark.
As if the very world had turned a page.
Liora stood beneath the Sigil Tree, soaked in ink and trembling. The petals at her feet shimmered black-gold, like stained parchment kissed by moonlight. Around her, time had resumed—but nothing felt the same. Not Kael’s breath at her side. Not Thistle’s silence. Not even her own heartbeat, which thudded like a pen tapping anxiously at the edge of a blank page.
The clouds overhead still bore her name.
Chapter One.
By Liora Hollowborn.
It didn’t fade.
It burned—etched into the sky in script that pulsed with silver veins, as if the heavens themselves had bled starlight to scribe it.
Kael was the first to move.
He t
