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chills down her spine. The figure's presence weighed heavi

re me," she said, gripping her pendant tightly. "If the crown was n

purpose, dear princess, lies within the very fabric of Lithe

h the tense air. "Enough of these riddles! If you have s

oned himself in front of Luna, ready to protect he

nd the room around them began to tremble. Cracks snaked across the stone walls, and the

their voice now echoing with power.

em flickered with ghostly images. Luna gasped as the figures of long-forgotten kings and

o speak in a language she didn't understand. Their words were a cacophony of

rt of some grand plan. "These are the voices of your ancestors, Pr

o foreign, too ancient. Just when she thought all hope was lost, her pendant-the one s

arpening her focus. As if guided by an unseen force, Luna re

ices merged into

Its true power lies in domination-over kingdoms, over magic, over life itself. Only the

't just a symbol of unity-it was a weapon, one that

ts. "This is dangerous magic, Luna. You

overing over her quiver of arrows.

to leave. Not yet. S

e asked, turning to the hooded figur

"Because the crown's true nature would destroy the illusion of peace your ancestors

en keeping it hidden would only delay the inevitable. The world wou

ower-use it for good instead of evil-then maybe she

again, more violently this time, and dust fell from the ceiling.

a insisted, her voic

ill too many unanswered questions, but

on the wall, she turned and ran, following

outside, the forest was eerily quiet. The sky above them was dark, and the win

the weight of everything she had learned pressed down o

ground, her mind swirling wit

standing a few feet away, her bow still drawn. "Whoever tha

g," Luna finished, her voi

storian," he suggested. "If anyone kno

royal historian had served her family for gener

to her feet. "We find the historian and learn everything

nged a glance before