Luna's POV
Luna's heart nearly stopped when she saw her grandmother step through the purple portal.
"Grandma Willow?" Luna whispered, tears already streaming down her face.
The old woman looked exactly like she did in Luna's dreams—silver hair that sparkled like moonbeams, kind eyes that crinkled at the corners, and arms that opened wide for the biggest hug in any realm.
"My precious moonbeam," Grandma Willow said, wrapping Luna in warmth that smelled like starflowers and midnight rain. "I never thought I'd hold you again."
Luna had been only five when her grandmother moved to the Day Realm to marry a sun wizard. The border laws meant they could never visit each other, never even send letters. For twelve long years, Luna had only memories and dreams of the woman who taught her to make shadow puppets and sing lullabies to sleeping stars.
"I missed you so much," Luna sobbed into her grandmother's shoulder.
