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The cobblestone path radiated a bone-chilling coldness, seeping through Luna's little slippers.
A strange tingling sensation, akin to the itch of phantom limbs, drew her out of the cradle and into the vast, echoing hall of Glory Fortress.
What she felt was not fear, nor was it a faint, flickering feeling; it was something akin to a moth drawn to an invisible flame—magic.
The air was thick with the essence of magic, an off-key melody that only she, with the soul of a reborn Mage, could perceive.
She stumbled into the courtyard, the sharp night air stinging her skin.
Moonlight bathed the scene in Silver Gray, where Aelia stood against the towering fortress walls, cradling a bundle wrapped in deep-colored velvet.
At her feet lay a small, intricately carved box that emitted a faint magical glow.
Aelia gasped in surprise.
“Luna! Little One, what are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night. You should be asleep.” Her voice was tense, laced with an urgency that set off alarm bells in Luna's heart.
“Is Mommy leaving?” Luna tilted her head, her innocent big eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Aelia knelt down and hugged Luna tightly; the embrace was a bit too tight, a bit too eager.
“The fortress... there’s... a darkness looming over it, Xiao Luna. I have to find a way to protect us.” The words spilled out, half-truths mixed with a fear Aelia could not fully conceal.
The air was thick with unspoken words, a silent symphony of betrayal and heartbreak.
Luna, an old soul trapped in a baby’s body, knew the truth.
Leonard, that charming two-faced scoundrel, had another family outside.
His affairs could destroy Glory Fortress and everyone within it.
Luna puffed out her small chest and patted Aelia’s Luna.
“Luna will protect everyone! Don’t worry, Mommy.” The fierce determination in her voice was at odds with her angelic face, causing a tearful smile to flicker at the corners of Aelia’s mouth.
“My brave girl,” Aelia said softly, her voice filled with emotion.
She brushed a curl of hair from Luna’s forehead.
“You are a treasure, my Little Luna.”
Luna pulled a small, pulsating crystal from the folds of her nightgown; it radiated an inner light.
This was pure magic, painstakingly drawn and condensed from the energy surrounding the fortress—a gift filled with love that transcended her age.
Then, with her chubby fingers, she shaped a piece of magical clay into the form of a miniature Griffin.
“For Mommy,” she said cheerfully, her voice brimming with childlike joy.
Luna turned around, as if playing a game of hide and seek, softly reciting the spell as she wove the intricate threads of magic into the clay beast.
A powerful and vibrant force surged from her fingertips, sealing within the small guardian.
With a radiant smile, she handed it to Aelia.
As Aelia accepted the gift, tears shimmered in her eyes, yet to fall.
She tucked it into the deep-colored velvet wrap, the weight of the gift serving as a tangible reminder of the love between them.
Back in the cradle, Luna curled up beneath the blankets.
But a lingering trace of magic, a hint of mischievous power sighed and slipped from her control.
It danced through the room like a playful breeze, brushing against the clay griffin nestled in Aelia's package by the open window.
The griffin stirred.
The magic that should have remained dormant suddenly awakened.
The clay cracked and shattered, revealing a creature formed of swirling energy—both magnificent and terrifying, its eyes burning with newfound power.
Pure magic surged through the room, causing the furniture to tremble, while the scent of ozone filled the air.
A loud crash echoed from outside—Aelia's surprised exclamation—followed by Lucius's booming voice: “In the name of the Ancestors! What on earth is happening…”
Lucius burst through the door, his eyes filled with shock and alertness, a controlled magic radiating from him to counteract the chaotic energy awakening within the Griffin.
He quickly recited a powerful binding spell, causing the air around them to shimmer.
The Griffin was temporarily subdued, shrinking back as its brilliance dimmed, yet beneath the surface, an almost uncontrollable force still surged.
He strode over to the Cradle, worry etched on his face as he gently cradled Luna in his arms.
“Shh, Little One,” he whispered soothingly, his voice a balm, “it’s alright now. I’m here.” With a gentle wave of his hand, he dispelled the lingering magic that surrounded her, a silent and comforting caress.
However, his expression shifted as he turned toward the window.
The Griffin had now reverted to its miniature form, seemingly motionless where Aelia had placed it.
He gazed into the darkness at the spot where Aelia had just vanished moments ago, his jaw tense as his words echoed heavily in the silence: “She’s gone…”
The weight of her departure hung over the room like a shroud, heralding an impending storm.
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