Bound by Fate, Torn by war(THE LUNA’S WAR)

Miles away, in a small wooden healer's lodge, Bella Santos wiped the sweat from her brow as she stitched up a wounded warrior. Her golden-brown eyes were sharp with focus, her raven-black hair falling over her shoulder.

"You should let the other healers handle this," her father, Marco Santos, said from the doorway. "You work too hard."

Bella shook her head. "If I don't help them, who will?"

Her mother, Elena Santos, smiled gently. "You have a kind heart, Bella."

Bella sighed, stepping outside, her gaze drawn to the moon above. A strange energy crackled in the air, sending shivers down her spine.

Something was coming.

She could feel it in her bones.