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🌙 Moonlight Blossom
Prologue: The Night I Died
The moon was full the night I died.
Not the kind of full you read about in poems — soft, romantic, glowing silver. No. This moon was heavy, swollen with power, and blood-bright. It watched from above like an eye that had seen too much and would never blink again.
I stood alone in the highest chamber of Lunaria Academy’s tower, surrounded by ancient runes that pulsed with failing light. Magic hissed in the air, raw and unstable, like the edge of a storm about to tear the sky open.
Below me, the school was quiet — students sleeping in their dorms, unaware that the world was moments from tearing.
And at the heart of it: a rift.
It was my fault. I had opened it once. I had sworn never again.
But fate doesn’t forget. And neither do the Wraithborn.
"Shisu!" someone screamed from below. The voice was distant. Familiar. I turned, just enough to see Captain Elen sprinting up the stairs, face pale with fear. "Don’t do it!"
I smiled.
"It has to be me."
I stepped into the seal. Light enveloped me, brighter than fire, colder than ice. I whispered the ancient words — words even the stars feared — and the magic obeyed.
The Wraithborn screamed. The rift shrieked. The world shattered.
And then — silence.
I didn’t remember falling. Only the wind, the weightlessness, and then…
Darkness.
