Chapter 10 The Prophecy Of The Moonfire
- (Flashback)
- I was five the first time I heard the word Moonfire.
- The forest was different then—warmer, fuller, as though the trees still believed in peace. My mother’s hand was soft around mine, and my father’s heavy steps behind us were a comfort, not a warning. That night, the stars watched in silence as my life was unraveled like threads from a sacred cloth.