The Whispering Moon
In the quiet village of Nerath, people believed the moon was only a light in the sky.
But Aira knew the truth.
Every full moon night, when the world fell asleep, Aira heard soft whispers floating through her window. They didn't come from people or the wind—they came from the moon itself.
"Aira…" the moon would call, gentle and sad.
Aira was only fourteen, an ordinary girl with silver-gray eyes and a curious heart. She never told anyone about the whispers, because in Nerath, magic was feared. Long ago, magic had vanished, and people wanted it forgotten forever.
One night, the moon shone brighter than ever before. The whispers turned into clear words:
"The darkness is rising. You are the chosen listener."
Suddenly, the ground trembled. From the forest beyond the village, a black mist crept forward, swallowing trees and silencing animals. Fear spread through Nerath.
Guided by the moon's voice, Aira followed a glowing path into the forest. There, she found an ancient mirror broken into three pieces. The moon revealed the truth—the mirror once protected the world, reflecting darkness back into nothingness. Now it was shattered.
Aira wasn't alone for long. She met Elion, a quiet boy who could control shadows without being consumed by them. Though afraid of his power, he chose to help her. Together, they searched for the mirror pieces across frozen lakes, forgotten temples, and skies where stars moved like birds.
At the highest mountain, they faced the darkness itself—a creature born from fear and silence. As it attacked, the moon shone directly above them, whispering strength into Aira's heart.
She raised the restored mirror.
Moonlight poured into it, blinding the darkness, breaking it apart forever.
The forest healed. The sky cleared. Magic returned—not wild or dangerous, but calm and balanced.
From that night on, the moon no longer whispered.
But Aira understood why.
She had learned to listen—to the world, to others, and to herself.
And sometimes, that is the greatest magic of all. 🌕✨