IT WAS ALREADY NIGHTTIME. It was quiet, but Theo couldn’t stay still. Tonight was peaceful, and yet tomorrow is war. Beyond the high cliffs of the Polar Tower, the stars had broken through the thick veil of clouds, scattering across the sky like ancient runes glowing with memory. The two moons of the Celestial Continent were still crimson.
Theo stood on the balcony, his cloak billowing slightly, and his hand resting on the stone railing. His obsidian sword was sheathed beside him.
Then a soft footstep approached. And he felt her arms wrapped around him from behind, making him smile.
Artemis was dressed in a simple woolen cloak, and her hair was loose.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked softly.
Theo shook his head. “I was worried about tomorrow.”
Artemis unwrapped her arms around Theo and s
