The morning after her encounter with the shadowed figure, Luna awoke to the quiet of the estate, the memory of the previous night lingering in her mind. The figure's words echoed in her thoughts, stirring something deep within her—a sense of purpose mingled with a fear she couldn't fully shake. Power is not a gift. It is a burden. She felt the weight of those words, their truth settling like a stone in her heart.
Determined to tell her parents, Luna found James in the study, pouring over a collection of ancient texts. His brow was furrowed, his gaze intense as he scanned the pages. She approached him cautiously, the words forming on her lips.
"Papa, I… I saw something last night. Someone," she began, her voice soft but steady.
James looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean, Luna?"
