Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
Moonlit Rescues

Eamon and Geran, with the twins Eowyn and Davhil, hung around near the grand palace gates, their worry practically written all over them. The concern for Rosche weighed heavy on their hearts, well aware of Prince Draven’s not-so-friendly reputation.

Leaning in close to Geran, Eamon whispered, “Can’t shake this feeling that Rosche is in deep trouble. We’ve seen the nasty stuff Prince Draven can pull, and we can’t just let Rosche deal with it alone.”

Nodding solemnly, Geran kept his eyes fixed on the fancy doors of the palace. “I’m with you on that, Eamon. We need to figure out how to keep Rosche safe.”

Eowyn and Davhil exchanged worried glances, picking up on the fact that something wasn’t right with their friend Rosche. Eamon and Geran had to play it cool to avoid freaking them out.

Eamon’s determination hit a breaking point as the uncertainty gnawed at him. Unable to wait any longer, fearing for Rosche’s safety, a plan formed in his mind, one involving tapping into his latent shadow magic.

Without saying a word, Eamon threw out his hand, summoning his shadow magic, and gradually transformed into this elusive, shadowy figure. Trying to ease his friends, he said, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Rosche stays safe.”

Eowyn and Davhil stared in amazement as Eamon melted into the shadows, leaving only a mysterious void behind.

But Geran couldn’t just let Eamon go on this crazy journey alone. He reached out and said, “Eamon, come on, think this through. I know Rosche is smart and can handle herself. No need for this super risky move.”

Eamon, all shadowy and determined, paused for a sec but shook his head firmly. “I appreciate your concern, Geran, but I can’t ignore this feeling of danger. I gotta make sure Rosche is safe, no matter what.”

Sighing, Geran got that Eamon had made up his mind. He watched as Eamon silently floated away toward the palace gates. Eowyn and Davhil, still next to Geran, stood in quietness as they watched their friend vanish into the dark.

Inside the palace, Eamon snaked through the maze-like corridors, keeping an eye out for any trouble. His heart raced with every step, a cold sweat forming beneath his shadowy look. The idea that Rosche might meet the queen, not Prince Draven, brought some relief, but it couldn’t wipe away all the unease.

As Eamon went deeper into the palace, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something sketchy lurked in the shadows, and Prince Draven’s influence stretched further than he’d thought. He needed to find Rosche quick and make sure she was okay.

Back at the palace gates, Geran’s concern for Rosche, his sis, stayed thick in the air. He fidgeted nervously, eyes darting towards the palace doors like he expected her to pop out any second.

Eowyn, always the upbeat one, went up to Geran, trying to calm him down. She patted his shoulder, saying with a playful grin, “Chill out, Geran. Rosche can handle herself. She’s tough and fearless.”

Geran huffed, “Yeah, but she can also be reckless, Eowyn. Seen her charge headfirst into stuff without thinking.”

Grinning wider, Eowyn teased, “Well, sometimes you need a bit of recklessness to face life’s challenges. She’s not scared of taking risks.”

Davhil jumped in, trying to ease their playful argument, “Guys, Eamon is helping Rosche inside, so they’re not alone. Everything will be fine.”

But Eowyn and Geran kept going at it, each trying to make their point, their voices getting louder in a pretend outrage.

Eowyn fired back, “Geran, cut Rosche some slack. She’s like a whirlwind, and that’s what makes her awesome. She doesn’t back down from anything.”

Geran chuckled, seeing Eowyn had a point. Their playful banter lightened the heavy vibe at the palace gates.

As they kept going on about Rosche’s guts and recklessness, Davhil finally stepped in, shaking his head with a smile. “You two are like a bickering couple. Maybe we should worry more about you getting along.”

Eowyn and Geran exchanged a sheepish look, realizing they’d been so into their playful argument that they’d kinda forgotten why they were waiting anxiously. Their back-and-forth banter gave a brief break from the tension, but the worry about Rosche still hung in the air.

Eowyn and Geran, despite their bickering, shared a fond smile and nodded together. They might not always see eye to eye, but their concern for Rosche stayed solid. They all waited, hoping Eamon and Rosche would come out from the palace gates safe and sound.

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