Chapter 85: Chosen

The journey back to Luna’s village was a quiet one, filled with the heavy silence of loss. She came home right after Meira’s funeral.

The road stretched out before her, winding through the familiar landscape of her homeland, but Luna’s mind was far away. She couldn’t stop thinking about Meira—the angel who had touched her life so briefly, yet so profoundly. Every step felt like a weight pressing on her chest, the absence of Meira’s gentle presence a constant ache.

She remembered the first time they met—the way Meira had looked at her with an ethereal grace, as if she didn’t belong to this world. The way her kindness shone through in every word, every gesture. Meira had been more than just a friend to Luna; she had been a light in a dark world, a beacon of hope that Luna hadn’t realized she needed until she was gone.

When Luna finally arrived at her village, the familiar sights seemed distant, as if she were seeing everything through a fog of grief. The homes, the people—everything felt the same, but Luna was different. She had lost someone she cared about deeply, and the world around her no longer felt quite as safe.

She made her way to her parents’ home, a modest cottage on the outskirts of the village. The door creaked open, and Luna stepped inside, greeted by the warm scent of baked bread and the crackling of a fire in the hearth. Her mother, a kind woman with a gentle smile, looked up from the cooking pot, her expression softening when she saw her daughter.

"Luna, you’re back," her mother said warmly, rushing to embrace her. "How was the one you were suppose to heal? You’ve been gone here for days. "

Luna hugged her mother tightly, but the words stuck in her throat. She didn’t know how to explain the heavy burden that weighed on her heart, the sadness that seemed to cling to her every movement. After a moment, she pulled away, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I... I need to talk to you, Mom. I need to tell you about Meira."

Her mother nodded, sensing the change in her daughter. "Come, sit down. Tell me what happened."

Luna took a deep breath, the memories of Meira’s final days rushing back to her. "She wasn’t just a normal person, Mom," Luna began, her voice soft but steady. "She was an angel. Literally. I’m not just saying that to make her sound special—she was really an angel."

Her mother listened intently, her eyes filled with curiosity. "An angel? What do you mean?"

Luna nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she recalled the time they spent together. "She had wings. Real wings, Mom. And the power of an angel that I have never seen before. But she was so much more than that. She was kind, pure, and so full of light. She had this energy about her, this sense of peace. And I was lucky enough to call her a friend, even though it was only for a short time."

Luna paused, the grief welling up inside her again. "I still can’t believe she’s gone. I don’t know how to process it. She gave her life... for the greater good. She believed in Morvane and in all of us. But in the end... she died. And now I feel so lost without her."

Her mother reached out, placing a comforting hand on her daughter’s shoulder. "You have to remember the good she brought into your life, Luna. You’ve been touched by something rare, something beautiful. And even though she’s gone, her light will live on in you."

Luna looked up at her mother, her heart heavy but full of resolve. "I’ll never forget her, Mom. I’ll make sure no one forgets her. She was my friend although shortlived, the one who brought hope, and I won’t let that be erased."

Her mother smiled softly, a mixture of pride and sadness in her eyes. "You’re a strong girl, Luna. Meira would be proud of you."

As Luna sat there, speaking with her parents, she realized something important. Meira’s legacy wasn’t just about the power she had passed on or the sacrifice she had made. It was about the way she had touched the lives of those around her—like Luna. And no matter how much time passed, Luna would carry that light with her.

She didn’t know what the future held or how long it would take for the pain to fade, but one thing was certain—she would continue to honor Meira’s memory. And maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to continue Meira’s work. The work of healing, of giving hope to a world that often felt dark.

For now, Luna would take a moment to grieve, but soon, she would rise again, just as Meira had done before her.

The night was quiet in Luna’s village, with only the gentle rustle of the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl breaking the silence. Luna lay in her bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, her heart heavy with thoughts of Meira. Despite the warmth of her blankets, she felt a cold emptiness that nothing could fill.

"I hope you were reborn with a great family," Luna whispered into the darkness, her voice barely audible. "Somewhere peaceful, where you can be happy without all the pain you had to endure."

Her words lingered in the stillness of the room. Luna’s gaze drifted to the window, where the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the walls. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw Meira’s face reflected in the glass—serene, radiant, and smiling.

A tear slipped down Luna’s cheek. "Goodnight, Meira," she whispered.

Her eyes grew heavy, and soon sleep claimed her.

In the dream, Luna found herself standing in a lush, golden meadow bathed in a warm, ethereal glow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers, and the sky stretched endlessly above, painted with hues of pink and gold. A gentle breeze brushed against her skin, carrying with it a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in days.

And there, at the heart of the meadow, was Meira.

She was no longer frail or weak. Her wings shimmered in the light, vibrant and whole. Her laughter echoed through the meadow as she danced among the flowers, her joy contagious and pure. Luna’s breath caught in her throat at the sight.

"Meira?" she called out, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Meira turned, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. "Luna!"

Without hesitation, Luna ran toward her, tears streaming down her face. When she reached Meira, she threw her arms around her, holding on tightly as if afraid she would disappear.

"I miss you so much," Luna choked out. "It hurts."

Meira gently pulled back, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "I know," she said softly. "But I’m at peace now. I’m free."

Luna’s heart ached, but seeing Meira like this brought a strange sense of comfort. "Are you... happy?"

Meira’s smile grew wider. "Yes. And you should be too, Luna. Don’t let grief hold you back. There’s still so much light in this world, and you have a part to play in it."

Luna wiped her tears, nodding. "I’ll try. For you."

Meira touched Luna’s forehead gently. "Good. And remember—I’m always with you, in the wind, in the stars, in every act of kindness you share."

The meadow began to fade, the colors blending into a soft haze.

"Goodbye, Meira," Luna whispered as the dream dissolved.

Luna woke up with the first rays of dawn streaming through her window. Her heart still ached, but it was lighter now, as if Meira had taken some of the burden with her.

Looking out the window, Luna whispered one last time, "Thank you, Meira."

The wind stirred the leaves outside, carrying with it a faint, comforting warmth—like the touch of an angel’s wings.

The soft golden light of dawn bathed Luna’s room, but something was different. A strange warmth filled the air, and her senses were on edge. Blinking groggily, she rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.

That’s when she saw it—a glowing figure standing near the foot of her bed, bathed in bright, radiant pink light. The woman’s form shimmered like stardust, ethereal and surreal. Her features were indistinct, blurred by the brilliance of her glow, but there was an undeniable elegance to her presence.

Luna’s heart raced, unsure if she was still dreaming. "W-Who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The figure stepped closer, her movements fluid and graceful. Her voice echoed like a harmonious melody, both gentle and commanding.

"Your attitude and power fit to be one," the figure spoke with reverence. "I am choosing you."

Luna’s breath caught in her throat. "Choosing me? For what?"

The figure’s glow intensified, filling the entire room with warmth. "The path of light calls for a bearer. One who can heal, guide, and protect. You have proven your worth not only with your power but with your heart. It is time for you to embrace your destiny, Luna."

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