The air grew colder as Ethan followed the glowing lanterns deeper into the grove. The disciples of the Blue Moon Sect moved ahead of him with ethereal grace, their moonlit robes fluttering like whispers in the wind.
The path led to a crystal bridge suspended over a shimmering silver lake. At its center stood a raised platform of smooth moonstone. And there she waited.
Seraphina, leader of the Blue Moon Sect known across the continent as the Moon Goddess.
She sat on a crescent-shaped throne, her hair cascading like liquid silver, eyes aglow with calm power. Her presence was serene, divine, and yet terrifying in its stillness. Even the air around her seemed to bend in obedience.
Ethan stepped forward slowly, unsure if he was walking into a negotiation or an ambush.
So, Seraphina said, her voice like soft music,
you are the boy who carries the Dragon Slayer Sword.
He gave a slight nod,
I am. And I assume you didn't lure me here just for tea.
A flicker of a smile crossed her lips.
Correct, Though we do serve excellent tea.
One of her disciples approached and offered Ethan a small porcelain cup. He took it cautiously. The scent was sweet and calming laced with a subtle medicinal fragrance.
Seraphina rose from her throne and walked toward him, the moonlight forming a halo around her,
I have watched the sects fight over weapons and secrets for decades.
But you, Ethan, are different.
Because of the sword?
Because the sword chose you.
She circled him slowly, studying him like a scholar inspecting a rare manuscript. You carry not just a weapon, but destiny. One that will shake the heavens. And I want to offer you something before the rest come clawing.
He turned to face her,
What is it you want from me?
She stopped, inches away,
I want an alliance. The Blue Moon Sect offers its guidance, its libraries, and its protection. In return, you grant us access to the sword's history. Its soul.
Ethan frowned,
You want to study it?
No, she said.
I want to understand the legacy you're tied to. Because soon, Ethan, the world will change. Ancient forces stir in places even the heavens have forgotten.
He hesitated,
The sword pulsed faintly at his back, as if weighing her words.
You don't have to answer now,
Seraphina added. But know this I do not make offers twice.
He bowed slightly,
Then I'll consider it carefully.
She studied him for a long moment, then turned back to her throne.
As Ethan left the platform, Liora walked beside him. Careful with the Moon Goddess, she whispered. Even her kindness has sharp edges.
But before he could respond, a ripple of energy spread through the grove.
Seraphina stood again, face turned skyward. Something has breached the barrier.
The silver lake began to tremble.
A figure emerged from the mist beyond the bridge tall, cloaked, and radiating pure killing intent.
Liora gasped.
That's not one of ours.
Ethan reached for his sword.