(Celine's POV)
The heavy weight of the scale vanished, and my reflection dissolved into the cool night air. I was back on the mossy bank of the Moon Lake, staring at the perfect silver disc trembling on the water's surface, then up at the real moon hanging in the sky.
"So, this is the Blue Moon Trial," I whispered to the silence.
To pass, you didn't need a sword; you needed the courage to look at your reflection and not turn away. You had to accept your truths, shed the skin of your past, and find who you actually are.
I looked along the bank. A few other Felyr participants were beginning to stir, their frozen postures softening as they, too, broke free from their judgments. But across the way, Mirael was still motionless.
My heart pinched. *What kind of past is she facing? What kind of ghosts are haunting a child?*
