Chapter 23: Twilicht's Secret

The sun dips beneath the horizon. A long sob echoes in the air. Kiora stands in Luce's arms. He wipes away her tears. As she pulls away from his embrace, the young Daemik peers into his emerald eyes. She adverts her gaze while feeling guilty. 'How could I forget my promise with matra?' She shakes her horns. Kiora crosses her arms and watches as the crimson moon rises in the sky.

"What a terrible child am I," she whispers. "How can any forget their own matra?"

Luce regards her with empathy. He approaches her with a frown. 'I understand.' The Daemik thinks. 'I guess, we have more in common than I thought.' Luce runs his fingers through his hair. The sight of his friend in distress tears at his heartstrings.

"You miss her," he frowns. "I know that feeling."

Kiora turns her head. She takes in his expression. 'A shared sorrow?' Her mind reels. 'I wonder if she...' The young Daemik forgoes the thought. She gazes at the crimson moon. Her heart falters with a new desire.