The Moon between Two Worlds

tangled with leaves and ash. The markings on her skin sacred and ancient pulsed faintly, a reminder of the power she carried but was no longer allowed to wield. The verdict echoed lik

indifference. Once, they had danced under the full moon, whispered promises into the wind. Now, he stood unmoved as she was branded a traitor for refusing to hand ov

ndured it all for the child she'd saved, for the truth she would one day expose. When she stumbled into the empty road at the edge of the woods, the city lights in the distance b

trayal, the shame. In her exhaustion, she didn't notice the soft light that crept in through the broken window... or the quiet footsteps that approached her. In the shadows stood a man tall, olive-skinned, eye