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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

supposed to learn to read it." My finger

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no text. Selene's voice is slow,

page. "What do you mean? It's right here. Can't

to her skull. The pages are blank,

swirls through me as I stare at the book, at the undéniable presence

you come here for

boots heavy, each thud a countdown to the answer I

ma'am?"

point to the open book. "Can you see

knitting together as he studies

I look between Marcus and Selene. How is it possible that I can see these cryptic words so clearly while they perceive only emptiness? Ava, what does this mean? Selene's question echoes my own

warmth and tingling against my palm.

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

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it

get through

We'll do it together.

never together for the things

somehow separate from my magic. Why can't she see what I

isn't some sort of

It isn't, Selene insists.

across the pages, 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 it slips away, leaving only a tantalizing

I focus on them. They flow

that speaks to my soul even as my

never seen anything like this before. The runes are alien, yet somehow familiar. They tug at something deep inside me, at that core of glowing

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I can't

distant echo, a whisper in the

trembling as they hover over the pages. Mystery.

share in this experience. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to project. the images into her mind. It's like there's a wall between us, a

aching at the distance between us. I don't know how to show

comfort even as I sense her unease.

sensation in my fingertips, a warmth that spreads up my arms and into my chest. It's like

secrets.

to my amazement, the runes begin to move

rearranging themselves into new patterns, new shapes. I watch, transfixed, as they

Letters.