The seasons changed swiftly, and the estate blossomed under the vibrant colors of spring. Flowers burst into bloom along the garden paths, their colors radiant and welcoming, but a sense of foreboding lingered beneath the surface. Luna continued her training with her parents, growing stronger with each lesson, her powers developing at an impressive pace. Yet, with each passing day, the shadows around them seemed to deepen.
One crisp morning, Luna and James were practicing in the garden. She stood in the center of a small clearing, her eyes closed, her hands outstretched as she concentrated on maintaining her shield. A faint shimmer of energy surrounded her, a silvery barrier that pulsed with her heartbeat.
"Remember, Luna," James called from the edge of the clearing, his voice calm but firm, "a shield is only as strong as your focus. Let the energy flow steadily—don't force it."
