Chapter 11 Precious
With an annoyed sigh, Luna stood, walked over, and placed her hand firmly on top of the rock.
Alina tilted her head.
"What’s that even doing there?"
But before her thoughts could finish, a soft glow pulsed from beneath Luna’s hand.
"Wait, what’s—"
WHOOSH.
A gentle swirl of magic lit the room like fog dipped in silver moonlight and suddenly, where the rock once sat...
A small boy appeared.
He looked no older than five.
Delicate Small frame. Pale gray skin. Faint markings like cracked stone ran across his arms. His short hair shimmered like powdered slate, and his eyes wide and deep blue, looked up at Alina with a mixture of fear and wonder.
He hugged his knees to his chest, sitting right where the rock had been.
Alina gasped softly, crouching down.