Morning light spilled over the estate, casting long shadows through the garden. Luna stood in a clearing, eyes fixed on a target her father had set for her—a heavy stone pillar surrounded by scattered leaves, poised and unmoving. She clenched her hands, grounding herself, feeling the familiar pulse of energy within her chest. Today's task was simple in concept but had always eluded her: moving something without touch, reaching past the physical.
James had chosen this test intentionally, explaining the depth of control she would need. "To channel energy into an object without contact," he'd said, "you must find the point where intention meets release. No force. Just purpose."
