Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The horizon bled gold and violet as dawn broke across the Hollow, but its stillness was a lie. Beneath the hush of birdsong and dew, something stirred. Not the Hollow's wild magic. Not the whisper of memories. But something older, deeper. A reckoning.
Kael hadn’t let go of my hand since I stepped through the mirror. We stood there together, staring at the soil where the two blossoms had merged. The bloom pulsed with soft, rhythmic light—like a heart, like a promise, like something not yet named.
But then he turned. And I felt the shift in him.
He didn’t look at me like a lover.
He looked at me like a question.
“You’re different,” he said. Not accusing, not afraid. Just honest.
“I know.”
“You don’t feel like fire anymore.”
I glanced at the bloom, the
