Whispers Before the Moon

Previously

…My dreams, once a source of unsettling mystery, now felt like a nascent power, a dormant seed waiting to bloom. I might not be entirely human, as Lyra had confessed to being, but I was no longer merely a naive dreamer. I was Elara, of the secluded village, and I was ready to face the darkness, whatever its form, whatever its origin. The turning tide had begun, and I would not be swept away by it. I would stand against it, with Lyra by my side, and fight for the home I loved. The moon, a silent, watchful sentinel, had begun its slow ascent, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that our battle was about to begin.