Luna knelt beside Morvane, her hands trembling as she hovered them over his chest. A faint golden glow emanated from her palms, the light warm and gentle, yet it didn’t seem to have any effect. She frowned, her brow furrowed in concentration, pouring all her energy into her healing magic.
Minutes passed, but Morvane remained unresponsive. Luna lowered her hands with a defeated sigh. "It’s not working," she whispered, her voice heavy with frustration. "But... at least he’s still breathing. That ans there’s hope."
Esmael placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You’re doing everything you can, Luna. That’s what matters."
Morvane’s grandmother, standing at the foot of the bed, nodded in agreent. "We must be patient. His spirit is strong. He will co back to us when the ti is right."
Days turned into weeks, and the palace beca a place of vigil for Morvane’s loved ones. Luna, Esmael, and Morvane’s grandmother would visit his chambers daily, each holding onto hope that today would be the day he’d awaken.
But Luna’s worry grew heavier with each passing day. One evening, she approached das, her determination shining through her weariness. "das," she began, her voice firm, "I want to go to the royal library. I need to learn more about healing magic and train my abilities. Maybe... maybe there’s sothing I’m missing, sothing that can help him."
das regarded her for a mont, then gave a small nod. "If it will give you answers—or even hope—then yes. I’ll take you there myself."
The following morning, they made their way to the grand royal library. Its towering shelves were lined with books that seed to hold the wisdom of the ages. The air slled of parchnt and ink, and a quiet reverence filled the vast space.
das began pulling books about healing magic from the shelves, stacking them on a nearby table. When he handed Luna the first book, she wasted no ti. She opened it imdiately, her eyes scanning the pages with intense focus.
das watched her quietly, noting the way her hands tightened on the edges of the book and the fire in her eyes. "You’re determined," he said softly. "More than I’ve ever seen you."
Luna didn’t look up. "I have to be. Morvane needs ."
As she continued reading, she ca across a passage describing a basic exercise for channeling healing energy. Intrigued, she set the book down and stood, waving her hands in the air as the instructions described. To her surprise, faint streaks of light began to form, glowing softly as they twisted and flowed from her fingers.
das raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "You just awakened your power, and yet those light streaks... they already show promise, even if they’re a bit unpolished. You have a bright future ahead of you, Luna."
Luna looked at her hands in wonder, the glowing streaks fading slowly. "It’s not enough," she said, her voice filled with both awe and frustration. "But it’s a start."
das nodded. "And sotis, a start is all we need."
Luna sat back down, her resolve renewed. She flipped through the pages of the book, determined to find more exercises, more answers—anything that could bring Morvane back to them.
And as das watched her work, he felt a glimr of hope for the first ti in weeks. If anyone could help Morvane, it was Luna.
The grand royal library was silent, its vast hall dimly lit by the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Luna sat alone, surrounded by a mountain of books, her determination keeping her awake even as midnight approached. She scanned every page with care, refusing to leave until she found sothing useful.
Hours passed before she stumbled upon an ancient to, its worn cover etched with intricate symbols. As she flipped through the brittle pages, her heart skipped a beat when she found a section titled "The Coma and Deep Sleep: A Healer’s Dilemma."
The text described a powerful chant that could awaken those trapped in a state of deep unconsciousness. However, beneath the chant was a dire warning: Only the most advanced healers can attempt this ritual. Failure or misuse can result in grave consequences, including a debilitating toll on the caster’s health.
Luna’s eyes lingered on the warning, but her resolve only grew stronger. I don’t care what happens to as long as Morvane wakes up, she thought. She began to practice the chant under her breath, repeating it until she morized every word.
The hours stretched on, but Luna didn’t stop. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her focus unshakable.
Unbeknownst to her, das entered the library, intending to convince her to rest. However, as he stepped into the room, his eyes widened in shock. Luna was no longer seated on the floor—she was levitating, her body perfectly balanced a few inches above the ground.
das cleared his throat, trying to mask his surprise. "Oh, you can levitate already?" he remarked, stepping closer. "Most healers take years—sotis decades—to awaken levitation. So never manage it at all. And yet you... you really are sothing else."
Luna opened her eyes and gave a sheepish smile, slowly lowering herself back to the ground. "Oh, it’s nothing," she said modestly. "My family has always had healing magic, so... maybe it’s in my blood."
das chuckled. "If that’s nothing, I’d hate to see what you consider impressive."
Luna hesitated, then stood and closed the book she had been reading. "das, I want to try the chant I found. On Morvane. I think... I think it might work."
das studied her for a mont, seeing both her determination and exhaustion. After a brief pause, he nodded. "Let’s do it."
When they entered Morvane’s room, the air was thick with anticipation. Luna took her place beside his bed, her hands glowing faintly as she began the chant. Her voice was soft at first, the words unfamiliar yet rhythmic.
As the chant progressed, Luna’s body began to rise once more. Light streaks of golden energy surrounded her, growing brighter with each syllable. The light soon enveloped Morvane’s still form, casting an ethereal glow over the room.
das watched in awe as Luna’s power filled the space. Her voice grew stronger, the chant echoing as if resonating with the very air around them. Minutes passed, and Luna’s energy didn’t waver. Instead, it grew, the golden light intensifying until it seed almost blinding.
Finally, as the chant reached its climax, Morvane stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and he took a sharp breath as if waking from a long dream.
"Morvane!" das exclaid, rushing to his side. He leaned down, his hands shaking as he checked Morvane’s face. "You’re awake. You’re really awake."
Morvane blinked slowly, his gaze unfocused but alive. "das..." he murmured, his voice weak but steady.
das turned to Luna, gratitude and amazent written all over his face. "Your healing power is truly one of a kind," he said, his voice filled with awe.
As Luna descended from her levitation, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The glow faded, but sothing caught das’s eye. There, on her right shoulder, was a mark—a faint yellow symbol with a distinct black dot in the center.
das walked toward her, his expression curious. "May I see that mark again?" he asked gently.
Luna hesitated but nodded, shifting her sleeve to reveal the mark.
das studied it closely, his expression growing more serious. "So, you have the black dot," he said quietly, almost to himself. "This is... extraordinary. This mark appears only once every century. Luna, you might be the Chosen One."
Luna blinked, then laughed nervously. "What? No, no, that can’t be . I’ve always had a mole on this part of my shoulder. It’s probably just a coincidence."
das tilted his head, considering her words. After a mont, he chuckled softly. "Oh, is that it? Haha, maybe I’m wrong then."
But as he turned away, his expression remained thoughtful. A coincidence... or fate? he wondered silently, watching Luna as she checked on Morvane with a tired but relieved smile.
Luna knelt by Morvane’s bedside, her fatigue montarily forgotten as relief washed over her. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, her voice soft and filled with concern. "Morvane... how are you feeling?"
Morvane blinked, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light of the room. His gaze wandered over Luna, then das, before confusion clouded his face. "I... I don’t know," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "What happened?"
das exchanged a glance with Luna, his expression conflicted. He placed a reassuring hand on Morvane’s shoulder. "You’ve been unconscious for weeks, Morvane. We were worried we’d lost you."
Morvane’s brow furrowed. "Weeks? I don’t rember... anything." He rubbed his temples as though trying to pull fragnted mories from the depths of his mind, but his efforts yielded nothing. "The last thing I recall... I think I was in Ketamran. But after that... it’s blank."
Luna frowned, her worry deepening. "You really don’t rember anything? Not even fragnts of dreams or feelings?"
Morvane shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. "No. It’s like... there’s a void in my mind. I can’t even explain it."
Luna who is sitting down beside him, her tone calm yet firm. "It’s okay, Morvane. Don’t push yourself too hard. What matters is that you’re back now."
das nodded in agreent, though he couldn’t hide the shadow of concern in his eyes. Was his mory loss a side effect of Hiraya’s possession? He wondered silently.
Morvane turned his gaze to Luna, his expression softening. "Thank you... for whatever you did to bring back."
Luna smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It wasn’t just . We all worked together to make sure you were safe."
das leaned forward, his voice gentle but resolute. "Rest for now, Morvane. We’ll figure out the rest later. Your health is the priority."
Morvane nodded weakly, his eyelids growing heavy as the weight of exhaustion pulled him back into a restful sleep.
As Luna and das stepped out of the room, the weight of Morvane’s lost mories lingered between them.
"He doesn’t rember anything," Luna whispered, her worry evident. "Do you think it’s permanent?"
das shook his head, though his expression was uncertain. "I don’t know. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Morvane is stronger than he looks. We’ll help him piece everything together, one step at a ti."
Luna nodded, though the unease in her chest remained. Morvane is back... but at what cost?
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