Luna was twelve when her world expanded in an unexpected way. She was studying in the academy library when a strange sensation rippled through the bridge. Not a threat—something else. Something familiar yet entirely new.
Another bridge consciousness was reaching out to her.
Luna sat up sharply, closing her eyes to focus on the sensation. It wasn't Thaddeus or any of the hostile bridges. This felt younger, uncertain, frightened.
Hello? Luna reached back through the bridge network, a skill she'd developed over the years. Who are you?
My name is River. I'm a bridge. I just... I just became aware of what I am. I felt you through the connection and thought maybe you could help me. The mental voice sounded young, maybe Luna's age. I'm so scared. Everything is too much. I can see everything a
