Chapter 59

Luna P.O.V

The Fairy Kingdom had always been beautiful in the stories.

But stories forgot to mention how heavy it felt to remember.

Every step I took on the crystal floors of the training grounds echoed through my bones like I had walked here a thousand times before. The vines wrapped around the archways glowed with ancient enchantments, whispering to me in words I didn’t fully understand—yet somehow still knew.

“You’ve been here before,” Kinsey said beside me.

I nodded slowly. “I think I was born here.”

“Not just you.” She reached out to brush a glowing vine. “Sita too.”

Adrian stood a few feet back, arms crossed, eyes scanning everything. Always watching. Always ready.

Queen Aeloria had assigned us an instructor. Not just any instructor—but the oldest surviving warrior of the Fairy Guard, a man named Eledor. He wore no armor, just flowing robes of deep green and gold, his hair silver like strands of moonlight.

“Fairy magic is not taught,” he said when he arrived, his voice like a breeze through leaves. “It is remembered.”

“Then help us remember,” I said, stepping forward.

He studied me with eyes that felt too old, too knowing.

“I will,” he said. “But first, you must unlearn.”

Before I could ask what he meant, Eledor waved his hand. The world tilted.

Suddenly, I wasn’t in the training circle anymore—I was in the middle of the palace garden, only it was... different. Older. The trees were taller, the flowers unfamiliar. And I was smaller. My hands—tiny. My hair—silver-white, braided down my back.

I turned and saw her.

My mother.

She wasn’t dressed like a queen—no crown, no robes. Just a woman, kneeling before me, tucking a flower behind my ear.

“Do you know who you are, my little moon?” she asked.

“I’m Luna,” I whispered.

“Not just Luna,” she said, smiling. “You are Ashryn.”

Then the vision dissolved, and I was back in the circle—collapsing to my knees, breath ragged.

“Are you alright?” Adrian was already beside me, hand on my back.

“She’s remembering,” Eledor said, voice unshaken. “It will come in pieces. Like broken glass.”

I looked at my hands. They were still shaking.

“She called me Ashryn.”

“Your true name,” Queen Aeloria’s voice echoed as she approached. “Luna was what your father called you, to keep you safe.”

Adrian blinked. “Why would your real name be dangerous?”

“Because,” Aeloria said, “Ashryn is the key to unlocking the full power of both bloodlines. Ravana has been hunting your name for years. Names have power in our world—and your true one could open doors not even he is prepared for.”

I stood, heart pounding.

“If my name is power,” I said, “then teach me to use it.”

Dre P.O.V

I stayed up all night with my father.

He didn’t want to sleep, and I didn’t blame him.

Something had changed in him—like a fog lifted, only to be replaced by something worse. Awareness. Now he remembered everything. The pain. The madness. The whispers.

“The voice in my head,” he said, sitting near the old fire pit outside the pack house, “It wasn’t always Ravana’s. Sometimes… it was hers.”

“Hers?” I asked.

“Your grandmother,” he said slowly. “She begged me not to make a deal. Begged me not to call him.”

I sat beside him, my blood going cold.

“Wait. You called Ravana?”

He nodded slowly. “When you were taken… I tried everything. But one night, I found the old book. The one the elders buried. It had spells in the old tongue. I read the words, and the wind screamed. I didn’t know what I was bringing.”

I leaned forward. “Dad… why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I couldn’t. The minute he entered me, he locked it away. My mind. My memories. It wasn’t until you came back that I started to remember.”

My chest ached.

“So it was my fault…”

“No,” he snapped. “It was mine. I was weak. But not anymore. We can end this, Dre. You, Luna, Kinsey… the rest. I’ll help however I can.”

I nodded, gripping his shoulder.

Just then, Michael emerged from the house.

“Something’s wrong,” he said.

My stomach dropped. “What is it?”

“One of the scouts went missing. Just outside the northern border.”

I stood. “Ravana?”

“Or something worse,” Michael said. “We need to tighten our perimeter. Now.”

And just like that, the firelight felt a little colder.

Luna P.O.V

That night, I sat alone in the moon garden, watching the starlight fall over the silver lilies.

I held the bracelet in my hand—the one that once sealed my magic.

I was tempted to break it right then and there.

But Sita whispered in my mind.

“Not yet.”

“Not until you remember everything.”

I squeezed the metal in my fist.

Not yet.

But soon.

Very, very soon.