shuffled into the main hall. An ethereal voice echoed from the high, cobwebbed ceilings, instructing the

ar making them selfish. Marcus, the twitchy, nervous man from the courtyard, was desperate to be first. He saw Luna walking calmly up the stairs ahead of h

Luna hard

the way!"

h, splintered wood. Her knee slammed into the edge of a step with a sickening crack of impact. A sharp,

ng with you? You didn't have to push me!" The unfairness of it, the casual cruelty, hurt more than h

idified into a small, child-like figure, but it was nothing human. Its body was a writhing mass of slick, black tentacles, and wh

ched shriek of fury. It sounded like metal grinding against metal. In the bl

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wildly, but the tentacles held him like iron bands. The entity, Lily, slammed him against the wall,

tered across the walls, a gruesome abstract painting. Marcus's screams became wet, gurgling sounds be

am chat went

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nd injury to a non-hostile target can trigger a def

all as if trying to merge with the stone. But Luna wasn't looking at them.

s and had just taught a bully a very serious lesson. The "tentacles" were just the ribbons from her dress, dancing in the air

en. She looked at the little girl, her heart

full of warmth. "He was mean to you, too,

n body on the floor, but to the terrifyi

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