The forest was silent.
Too silent.
Aria moved carefully, her senses alert. Beside her, Liora scanned the trees, her silver-blonde braid brushing her cloak. The moon above was a faint sliver, yet it cast a strange glow on the path ahead. Magic was thick in the air—old, heavy, watching.
“This is where her trail ends,” Liora murmured, crouching beside a faded marking etched into a stone. “The seer… she came through here.”
Aria nodded. The girl they sought—another Luna—had awakened briefly, only to vanish again. They weren’t the only ones hunting her.
And they weren’t alone.
The pendant at Aria’s throat throbbed again. A low pulse. A warning. The same voice—cold and cruel—slid into her mind like oil.
“One Luna found. Two remain. But no matter how many you gather, none of you can outrun
