The Last Moon Child
across her face, illuminating the scattered freckles on her cheeks. She felt an inexplicable connect
against the windowsill, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quite grasp. Her mother, Astrid, had always
letting the night air rush in. The scent of blooming lilacs and fresh-cut grass wafted up from the garden below
ivid dreams, and the eerie feeling of being watched. She'd always brushed them off as mere te
arp string. Ember's heart skipped a beat. She recognized that sound, though she c
and moonlit rituals. Women with eyes that shone like stars danced around a glowing crescent, their voices c
ll. The humming ceased, plunging the night into silence. Her heart still racing,
ust ha
would be asleep, oblivious to her midnight reverie. She hes
er's feet carried her toward the lilac bushes, their fragrance enveloping h
f. Little did she know, this was only the beginning – a thread pulled loose
in her ear, but Ember couldn't q
cast eerie shadows on the trees, making her feel like she was walking through a dream. She breathed
dn't shake the feeling that something was awakening within her, something tied to the moon and it
ses heightened. She peered into the darkness, her eyes scanning for movement. A small rab
. Her life had always been ordinary – school, friends, family – but tonight, under the moon's inf
head turned toward the sound, her instincts prickling. The noise grew loud
iker gang with a reputation for violence. Ember's parents had warned her to steer
adows on the lawn. Ember's anxiety spiked. What were they doing here? The gang
out, his voice low and gr
e edged closer to the house, her hand
in the moonlight. "Your mother's been hiding
door tightened. "Lea
you're dealing with. You're in danger,
warred with a growing unease. Wh
all and imposing. "I think it's time for you t
mer who'd moved into the old Victorian on the hill. Rumors s
deflate his aggression. With a curt nod, the man mounte
eyes piercing in the m
ssing the encounter. "Tha
ou're welcome. But we need to
hy did she feel like her
s. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the flowers, transforming the familiar space into a mystical r
eightened, her skin tingling with every breeze. She paused beside a weathered stone
gic. Ember's thoughts turned to her mother's warnings about the full moo
he sky. The moon, now at its zenith, pulsed with an otherworldly energy
filled with fantastical tales and whispered secrets, seemed to belong to
dden history, one tied to the moon and its mysteries. The humming noise, the vis
bench, surrounded by the silence of the night. The moon's ligh
e. Her mind began to clear, the fog of uncertainty lifting. In
ked toward the sound, her heart skipping a beat. A figure
out, her voice steady desp
fill the space. Ember's senses went on hi
velly voice replied, "you
arrowed. "What
ce with piercing eyes. Ember's breath caught. She'd never s
ice low and urgent. "Your family's secrets
ution. Who was this stranger,