Luna was nineteen when Cassandra returned with another prophecy. The blind seer appeared at Nightshade's borders without warning, requesting an immediate audience with the bridge child.
"Not again," Luna muttered when informed. "Her last prophecy predicted my collapse before twenty. I'm almost there and doing fine. What could she possibly have to add?"
"The Moon Goddess doesn't send prophets for no reason," Selene said. "You should hear what she has to say."
They met in the same council chamber as before. Cassandra looked older, more frail, as if the years between prophecies had aged her decades.
"Bridge child," Cassandra said, her milky eyes somehow fixed on Luna. "I bring a correction and an expansion."
"A correction?"
"My first prophecy was incomplete. I saw your collapse before t
