When the Moon Dries Its Eyes

Previously

…“Let them come,” she said, her voice firm, infused with a power that resonated beyond her years. “I’m not afraid anymore.” The clearing, moments before a sanctuary of lunar power, now held the tense stillness of an impending storm. The Shadow Weaver’s hunters had found them, but they had found Elara transformed. The moon’s embrace had not just empowered her; it had forged her into something new, something resilient, something ready to face the darkness that hunted her. The battle was far from over, but for the first time, Elara felt a flicker of hope, a conviction that she could, and would, protect the light.