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The Covenant of Blood
Author: SKRACPP
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Winter came gently to the high valley that Moon and Ciron called home. Snow drifted in soft spirals, coating the stones of their circle in quiet silver. Inside, the fire burned low.

It was there, on a night when the wind sang like a lullaby, that Moon gave birth to her son.

No thunder, no omen, only the soft cry of new life breaking the stillness.

Ciron held the tiny child with hands that trembled. “He has your eyes,” he whispered.

Moon smiled through tears. “And you're calm. We’ll call him Blood, so that we never forget what it cost to make peace.”

The name sounded strange and sacred all at once, heavy with the promise of the line he carried: Liroid and Cirax, flame and storm.

Word of the birth traveled faster than the wind. In Devon, Queen Irinrode woke from a dream of lilies turned red and knew her daughter had borne a child.

She journeyed north through snow and danger until she stood again in the valley she had once feared to enter.

Moon wept when she saw her. “Mother… you came.”

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