Chapter 109 A Future Of Love And Family

• *Xelina*
• The spell my grandmother cast, an ancient invocation of the Moon Goddess, weaves itself into the moonstone resting at my throat. When the final call passes my lips, the magic stirs. It shimmers outward in threads of light, forming a portal that opens into the Emerald Coast.
• A tropical heat wraps around us, and the air is thick with the scent of salt and flowering vines, ripe fruit and sand still warm from a sun long set. Under a sky of violet and berry wine, spangled with brilliant stars, the beach stretches before us in a pale gold sand glittering under moonlight like powdered pearls. The ocean moves in sighs of turquoise and shadow, its waves glowing faintly with bioluminescence where they break, as if the sea itself has caught fire.