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210 Ava: Moon Goddess (III) — END Season

3

Ava?

Ava!

Selene's mental shout has me shaking my head, startled. I'm back, and it's like I was never gone.

Ava, are you listening?

"Sorry. What is it?"

Selene stands in front of me, her ears twitching. You were here, but our bond was silent. Like you were far away.

"Ah." Clearing my throat, which is parched now that I've returned, I blink until I adjust to the darkness of my room, compared to the brightness of that magical place I was in just moments ago. "Selene, what does the Moon Goddess look like?"

Why do you ask? Selene's head tilts, her icy eyes studying me with an intensity that would be unnerving if I wasn't so used to it by

now.

I glance at Marcus, who stands sentinel by the door, before focusing my thoughts inward. It's so much harder to think this way, and I wonder if it will ever feel completely natural. I think I met her. The Moon Goddess.

Selene's confusion ripples through our bond. She was never here,

Ava.

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I know. We were somewhere else.

You never left the room. Selene's voice in my mind is tinged with concern, her mental words hesitant.

I think my consciousness did. It was like my spirit traveled to this magical place. I struggle to find the words to describe the ethereal experience. Even my body felt real there.

Selene's worry intensifies, a cold thread winding through my thoughts. Will it happen again?

I don't know. Absently stroking the pages of the book in my lap, I think back, trying to focus on the details. Yet the memories are already fading, vivid pictures blurring in my mind's eye. There was a woman there. She called herself Selena. She spoke to me about my magic, about embracing it.

I don't know what the Moon Goddess looks like. I can't remember, Selene admits. Though, they say she appears differently to everyone who sees her. Some even see her as a wolf. She pauses. think I saw her as a wolf.

Nodding, I look down at the book again, my gaze drawn to the strange runic text that dances across the pages. Each symbol seems to breathe with a life of its own, pulsing in a mesmerizing rhythm. What are you doing? Selene's question breaks through my fascination.

I

at the text. Trying to figure out how I'm supposed to learn to read it." My finger traces the graceful lines

<

Goddess

text. Selene's

blink, my finger stilling on the page. "What do you mean? It's right here. Can't you see

to her skull.

at the book, at the undéniable presence of the

you come here for a

boots heavy, each thud a countdown

ma'am?"

to the open

brows knitting together as he studies the

Selene. How is it possible that I can see these cryptic

warmth and

offering silent comfort. We'll figure it out. That's what we're always

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it

through it

We'll do it together.

somehow, we're never together for the things that

my magic. Why can't she

some sort of terrible omen for the

It isn't, Selene insists.

each stroke imbued with a meaning that hovers just beyond my grasp. It's like trying to remember a dream-the harder I focus, the more

they shift and change in my peripheral vision, then breathe in static form as I focus on them. They flow across

art that speaks to my soul even as my mind-

at something deep inside me, at that core of glowing warmth within my chest. It's as if they're whispering secrets, ancient knowledge long forgotten

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can't hear

see? Selene's voice is a distant echo, a whisper in the back of

breathe, my fingers trembling as they hover

feel Selene's frustration, her longing to share in this experience. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to project. the images into

whisper, my heart aching at the distance between us. I don't

against my leg, offering silent comfort even as I sense her unease.

pages, I feel the familiar tingling sensation in my fingertips, a warmth that spreads up my arms and into my chest. It's

secrets.

runes begin to move in a way that

new shapes. I watch, transfixed, as they slowly

Letters.