Moonlight in the cell The sound of iron chains against the cold stone walls accompanied her on the eighteenth and forty-seventh night. Lumia stretched on the cold ground, her red eyes staring through the iron window at the half-moon rising above the horizon. She had been free, had run in the forest, had laughed, had cried… until a truth she shouldn't have known led to her being labeled a “traitor of the forest.” Yet she never stopped dreaming. Every night, she practiced magic in her mind, her voice whispering softly. “Moon… Crescent…” Her magic power was still weak, but it was still there. Then one night… the full moonlight filtered through her iron collar. It shone… and something began to change.