POV: Queen Luna Beatrice
In the quiet sanctum of the palace library, Queen Luna Beatrice sat at an ancient oak table, surrounded by flickering candlelight and rows upon rows of dusty tomes. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint trace of magic that permeated the room.
She carefully unrolled a weathered scroll, its edges frayed with age, and began to decipher the intricate script etched upon it. The prophecy—a sacred text passed down through generations—held the key to understanding their destiny and the looming threat of the ancient shadow.
"Here," she murmured to herself, tracing a line with her finger. "The chosen ones, born under the twin moons, shall wield the power to unite or divide."
The words resonated deep within her, stirring memories of her own journ
