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Rumi stared into the inky blackness of the galaxy, looking out from her place at the helm of their ship. The darkness seemed endless, but she tried not to dwell on it. Her mind felt heavy, dragged down by the fears she couldn’t shake, pulling her as though through a void.
She thought of Master Celine, as she often did when her darkest thoughts threatened to pull her to a place from which there was no return. Celine’s voice rang clear in her mind as Rumi recalled the words she had been taught, reminding herself.
Your faults and fears must never be seen, Rumi. They are the path to despair, leading to the dark side of the Honmoon. You are a Hunter, connected to the light side of the Honmoon to harness it and restore balance.
Rumi breathed in deeply, banishing the fears from her mind. Hide them, and do not dwell on them she reminded herself. Her hand subconsciously moved to rest on her upper arm, her bicep warm beneath the layers of fabric. She forced herself not to think about what was beneath the fibers. The patterns sliced across her skin, slowly creeping further down with each passing year. These were the physical reminders of just how susceptible she was to the dark side of the Honmoon. An echo of a past she didn’t know, but could feel its tendrils reaching out to her. It tugged at her, because she yearned to know…to understand. She knew that if she could just follow that thread reaching towards her she could access this part of her and finally…
No! She forced herself to shift her mind, focusing on Celine’s voice once again. Repeating it over and over.
Your faults and fears must never be seen, Rumi. They are the path to despair, leading to the dark side of the Honmoon.
Rumi’s mind settled, regaining focus. Celine had trained her well. She had been with Celine from the beginning, training as a Hunter long before Mira and Zoey had joined them. It was always known Rumi would be a hunter, just as her mother had been; the mother she never knew. Celine never spoke of Rumi’s past, only that her mother had died in childbirth and her father had been killed by Supreme Leader Gwi-Ma.
It is because of her fathers connection to the dark side of the Honmoon that she bears the patterns. Patterns no one can know about. Once Huntr/x restores balance and the dark power wielded by Supreme Leader Gwi-Ma and his Demonic Order is diminished, the patterns will recede and disappear. This is what Celine taught her, that they are a manifestation of the pull the dark side of the Honmoon has on her. Which is why she needed to be vigilant of her own thoughts. Always in control.
Rumi hears the trill of laughter coming from behind her. Mira and Zoey were lounging in the small round table and half-moon bench seat where they took most meals. Zoey typically piloted their ship, but Rumi was keeping an eye on the monitors while the other two took a break. They had been traveling for several days at this point, on their way to the coordinates provided by leaders of the resistance. They would get there faster with hyperspeed, but their ship was old and so they could only jump intermittently, lengthening the journey.
Rumi didn’t mind though. She enjoyed spending this time with Mira and Zoey without Master Celine watching over their every move. She never accused the three of them of anything, but Rumi sensed her disapproval and concern when they looked at one another a certain way or their hands lingered a bit too long.
She allowed herself to focus on the sound of their voices as they carried forward, a caress to her ears. Celine’s reminders about faults and fears drifted away, along with thoughts of darkness and patterns. In their place were Mira’s resonant voice, her chuckle a deep sound that harmonized perfectly with Zoey’s lilting laughter.
It was dangerous to allow herself to follow these thoughts though. The way the two of them made her feel would lead her down a path she didn’t dare follow. Yearning like that would break Rumi’s focus, away from her goal of restoring balance. And also…they didn’t know what she was hiding. They could never know.
But Rumi couldn’t deny it was easy between the three of them, and always had been. So, she allowed her mind to be absorbed in the sound of them. Her worries evaporated as she permitted herself this moment, to just immerse herself in their voices as she gazed out at the stars twinkling in the vastness of the galaxy. She could feel the Honmon thrum with satisfaction, like chords being gently plucked and creating the harmonic sound of their laughter.
The darkness stretched before her and her gaze was drifting, looking without seeing, when the voices from behind her grew hushed. Not because they had ceased, but because another voice, louder and more insistent, invaded Rumi’s consciousness.
They could be yours.
Rumi started, looking around and, turning her head around to look at Mira and Zoey. Neither seemed to notice anything and continued talking as though the voice hadn’t been there. Rumi wondered if she had imagined it, until it came once more.
You bear the markings that give you access to power, if you are only brave enough to harness it. You can take power a Hunter cannot dream of. Power that can make them yours.
Rumi’s breath caught. It was clear by now the voice was for her and her alone. The sound reverberated inside her mind with a smooth clarity, speaking directly into her.
The Hunters said the patterns are a path to darkness, but there is only one Honmoon. You need only accept all facets of it, and then who are they to stop you from taking what you desire? Who are they to deny you what…
The voice was cut off when Rumi felt a hand on her shoulder. Rumi jumped, her hand instinctively coming up the sleeve of her shirt, tugging it down even though it was still secure around her wrist with leather ties. Zoey was standing behind her, Mira at her shoulder.
“Get a little lost in the stars?” Zoey asked, giving Rumi a dazzling smile.
It was at the tip of Rumi’s tongue to tell them about the voice, but she halted. How could she tell them about the voice without admitting about her patterns? “Yeah, just focused. Thinking about what needs to be done. We need to be ready.”
“Rumi we’ve been training for years now,” Mira said in a way meant to reassure and comfort. “Of course we’re ready.”
“I know it’s just…the fate of the galaxy is at stake,” Rumi said, adding to herself, and my fate as well.
“You’re Ruminating on the fate of the galaxy, again?” Zoey teased. Rumi smiled back at her but didn’t answer. She had to keep her thoughts, and the disturbing voice, to herself. “Well while you do that, I’m going to go check on the engines. We should be ready to make another jump to hyperspeed soon.”
Zoey turned towards the engines while Mira moved to sit in the chair beside Rumi. Rumi made a show of checking the monitors on the console, not daring to look at Mira, though she sensed Mira’s presence and knew she was being carefully studied.
“You seemed a little more lost in thought than usual,” Mira finally said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them.
Rumi hesitated before answering, choosing her words carefully. She didn’t want to outright lie, if she could help it. Each time she did, she could feel the threads of the Honmoon pulse. She couldn’t be sure if Mira felt it too, but it echoed in the patterns along her arms; a faint sensation beneath the careful layers of clothing. “It’s important, being a Hunter. It’s easy to get lost in the weight of the responsibility we have.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Mira said, and Rumi could sense that Mira had not missed the vagueness of her response. They sat in silence a moment longer before Mira took a deep breath and asked, “Okay, what’s up with you? I could swear when we walked up it looked like you were…listening to something.”
“Mira it’s nothing,” Rumi said. Mira’s frustration was rising, her fingers tense on the arm of the chair. She was trying to keep it contained.
“I’m pretty good at reading people,” Mira said, firmly. “Actually, I’m kind of an expert at it, and I just can’t shake this feeling you’re keeping something from us.”
“Mira, I’m not keeping anything from you,” Rumi said, feeling the sharp tug of her patterns and a pulse along the Honmoon in response to her lie. “I promise.”
She must have succeeded in sounding sincere, because Mira leaned back in her chair and exhaled. “Sorry, I sound paranoid. I guess this journey is just getting to me. I can’t wait until we can destroy the Demonic Order and restore balance. Right, Rumi?”
“Right,” Rumi said, trying not to think of what the voice had told her. “Balance.”
The silence stretched between them once more, but this time with less tension. Then Rumi heard it again, louder this time.
Stop resisting and give in to who you are and who you come from. They sow seeds of doubt in you, but you are stronger. You have access to power they will never know.
Mira looked up, mouth open to say something. She stopped short at the look on Rumi’s face. “Rumi? What’s wrong?”
Before Rumi could respond, the monitors on the console began to sound alarms. Mira and Rumi leaned forward to look at the scanners that showed an approaching ship, and it was large. As it exited Hyperspeed, the ship came into view in front of them. Rumi recognized it immediately.
“It’s the Demonic Order,” Rumi breathed, speaking barely above a whisper.
Zoey came running up and Mira rose up immediately so Zoey could take her seat at the controls. She quickly began pressing buttons and levers, moving quickly. She was the best pilot among them because her mind worked so quickly, allowing her to respond with uncanny speed with the right maneuvers.
“We need to jump to hyperspace now,” Zoey said without looking up from the monitors. Mira leaned over the back of Rumi’s seat, looking at the menacing ship in front of them. The monitors made a new sound, but Zoey didn’t react except to say, “they’re trying to hail us but I’m blocking it.”
Rumi was thankful they were both absorbed in what was happening and weren’t watching her, especially Mira. As soon as that ship had appeared she felt it. A tug along her patterns. She even saw a faint glow from beneath the edge of her sleeves.
Something, or someone, was on that ship that was connected to her.
“Zoey, can you get us out of here?” Mira asked, her voice calm and steady. Her worry was nearly imperceptible, but Rumi recognized it.
“I’m trying, but they’ve already got us locked into their tractor beam. We could use the stored energy to break it, but then we wouldn’t have enough to jump to hyperspace, so they would just lock onto again anyways,” Zoey continued typing into the console, focused on what she was doing.
Rumi could still feel the unmistakable pull. “Zoey, turn on the coms and answer their hail.”
Zoey started and looked up from the console to stare directly at Rumi. “What? Why do you want to talk to them?”
“Just do it.”
Zoey held her gaze only a moment before looking back down, pressing a few buttons until a holographic bust appeared. It hovered in front of them, the figure cast in an eerie blue light.
Rumi had never met Darth Jinu, only hearing of his infamy. But she knew immediately this is who had appeared before them. It was unmistakably him; she felt it. His dark hair was worn short, matching the black robes he wore. But his most striking feature were the markings, looking just like hers, snaking up his neck and across his face.
“You are in airspace being monitored by the Demonic Order,” Jinu said, almost sounding bored. “Prepare to be brought onto our ship and boarded so an inspection can be done.”
“We are a trade vessel,” Rumi said, her voice never faltering despite her trepidations. “What reason do you have for inspecting our ship?”
“We don’t need one,” Darth Jinu said simply before the hologram was cut.
Rumi immediately went into action to prepare them, “Zoey, save the engines power for hyperspeed. As soon as you have the opportunity, get to the controls and get us off that ship. When they board, we try to avoid revealing ourselves as the Hunters for as long as we can. The Demonic Order is looking for us, but we still have anonymity on our side. If it comes to it, we will do what needs to be done.”
Mira and Zoey nodded, tucking their lightsabers beneath the draped fabric of their clothes. Enough to be out of sight but easy to access.
They waited in silence, their breathing steady, as their ship was pulled into the larger one. Rumi could feel her heart quicken ever so slightly, but she willed herself to breathe through and maintain calm. This had been part of their training, to always maintain control of their fears and emotions. This would allow her to remain focused.
Their ship shook as it docked inside the cargo hold, and the three moved to stand by the door toward the rear. Rumi nodded to both of them before pressing a button. A hiss sounded as the seal on the door was broken and slowly opened downward, creating a ramp into the ship. From their higher position, they saw four Saja Guards standing at ready.
All four were dressed in black robes, their pale skin marked by deep purple patterns. They were darker than Rumi’s and held a flat color, no hint of the glowing power hers possessed. These patterns were not native to their skin, but had been branded onto them to mark them as servants of the Supreme Leader Gwi-Ma. They had no access to the power of the Honmoon, their weapons glowing with ultrasonic vibroblades. The weapons were capable of withstanding a Hunters lightsaber, should it come to a fight.
The two in the center stepped forward first. Both had pink hair, though one was taller and broader, and they carried long pikes with vibroblade tips. The other two fell into step behind them. The one with lavender hair covering most of his face was holding a shorter, double-ended staff and the other, with short blue hair, carried a weapon more like a chain, glowing with power with small daggers on each end.
The tallest one with pink hair spoke first, “By the authority of the Demonic Order, we will search your ship. Who else is on board?”
Rumi stepped forward as the leader of their trio. “There are only the three of us. We are a trade vessel, carrying supplies.”
“What kind of supplies?” the Saja Guard asked, motioning with his head to the lavender and blue haired Saja Guards, to indicate they should conduct the search.
“Miscellaneous parts we were able to pick up from different systems. We are on our way to Coruscant to sell them.”
“You are a long way from Coruscant,” the guard said, narrowing his eyes.
“We were following a lead for additional parts. It ended up being a dead end,” Rumi said evenly, meeting his eyes. She could try to convince him it was the truth using the Honmoon, but if she failed it would attract attention. As it was, she felt the Honmoon pulse with the lies, responding to her words with unrest. The Saja Guards didn’t seem to notice, but she sensed there was someone on the ship that could.
A feeling passed around her, making the hair on her neck stand on end. A ripple through the Honmoon. She could practically see it pulse from the belly of the large ship toward them, like a wave. She turned to Mira and Zoey, trying to be casual with the motion. They glanced up without a single shift in their expressions, but she knew they felt it too.
Rumi felt it, not just around her, but through her. The thrum of power moved up her sides and down her arms, tugging at them. It was as though someone was pulling on her patterns like threads. The patterns felt warm and though obscured with the thick fabric, she knew they were glowing. Someone was reaching out to her and Rumi sensed his presence long before he turned a corner and appeared.
Darth Jinu.
He was dressed in black leather and cloth that swayed ominously around him with an eerie grace. His skin was a pale purple and every exposed surface was laced with glowing patterns. He radiated energy, but from a darker part of the Honmoon than what they accessed as Hunters. Rumi felt it reaching out to her, tendrils trying to burrow into her. She felt…power.
When he reached the edge of the ramp, he looked up and his eyes met hers. Rumi knew immediately that he recognized her as a Hunter. Not from her face, but because the tugging she felt along her patterns was pulling her toward him and she knew with uncanny certainty that he felt it too. As though their threads were connected and shrinking to pull them towards one another. His eyes narrowed and his gaze bore into her.
Without a second thought, her hand flew beneath the cloth at her hips and her lightsaber was out, the Honmoon-imbued blade glowing with purple energy. Darth Jinu moved just as quickly, drawing his own onyx lightsaber, which hummed with darkness and emitted a black energy that faded into a deep purple. Rumi moved between the two pink-haired Saja Guards, too quickly for them to respond. As she swung her lightsaber, it clashed with Jinu’s with a loud khssshhh.
Unsure what prompted Rumi’s swift action, Mira and Zoey unquestioningly mirrored her movement and reached for their own lightsabers. Mira’s telescoped, making it a longer staff that provided better balance for her, the blade glowing with pink energy. Zoey meanwhile, pulled out her two, shorter lightsabers, each glowing bright blue.
Mira charged forward, taking on the two pink-haired Saja Guards. Her lightsaber met their pikes with a resounding crack as she parried between the two of them, expertly moving and using the length of her weapon to keep them at a distance. She moved with a steady grace, almost like a dance. Shifting her weight to swing her body around to dodge their pikes, while swinging her lightsaber with a precise strength.
Zoey turned to take on the lavender and blue haired Saja Guards, who had returned from their inspection when they heard the vibrating sounds of the melee. Her two lightsabers were a blur of motion. Zoey moved with remarkable speed, each blade moving independently of each other as she tracked each guard's attacks with imperceptible shifts of her head, never slowing or hesitating for even a moment.
Neither Mira or Zoey were aware of what was happening below as they focused on their individual battles.
Rumi and Jinu were locked in an expert battle. With the opposing powers of the Honmoon in each of their hands, it was a controlled sound of thunder and lightning. Rumi’s lightsaber struck his, its resonance vibrating through her, sending a shiver of energy down her spine and through her patterns. Again and again they moved against each other, skill matching skill. Light meeting darkness. Sparks were flying around them, but neither gave up any ground. Their two lightsabers struck each other, over and over, creating a dissonant harmony that reverberated around them.
Rumi heard one of them cry out from above. Not hurt, but possibly surprised. She wasn’t even sure if it was Mira or Zoey, but it was just enough to pull her focus for just one fraction of a second. Long enough for Darth Jinu’s lightsaber to graze Rumi’s sleeve along her right arm, right below her shoulder. Singed fabric fell away and a faint line colored her arm beneath, where the lightsaber had come dangerously close to touching her skin.
Her left hand came up immediately to cover her exposed arm, but it was too late. The glowing patterns were clearly visible, the energy from them highlighting the outline of her hand that failed to obscure Jinu’s gaze.
“That’s why I felt your presence,” Jinu said, speaking for the first time since they began their battle. “It’s what drew us to this part of the galaxy. Tell me, did you hear his voice?”
Rumi’s breath was sucked out of her and she took an involuntary step back, as though struck.
Darth Jinu smiled cruelly. “I see you have. That is the Supreme Leader Gwi-Ma. If you can hear him, it’s a sign you are more…sensitive to Gwi-Ma. What did he tell you?”
“Why would I ever share that with you?” Rumi spat at him. She could feel her ire growing and she desperately tried to quell it. Becoming emotional at this man would not help her. She tried to remind herself of Celine’s training. Her emotion was a fault, brought on by fear. Faults and fears must never be seen. They are the path to the dark side.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jinu said with a mirthless laugh. “You will listen to Gwi-Ma eventually, how could you not? He can guide you to access both the light and the dark side of the Honmoon. You Hunters speak of balance, but Gwi-Ma can offer you power.”
“I don’t seek power,” Rumi said, raising her lightsaber once more. “I will never use the dark side of the Honmoon.”
“You say that now,” Jinu said simply, before surging forward. But Rumi was ready and she blocked his attack with renewed determination. She would not let him get the better of her. She countered with her own attack and could see his eyes flicker with just a hint of apprehension. His breath caught with exertion as their blades met once more.
Behind her, Rumi heard Zoey call out, “Rumi, we need to go, now.” Rumi didn’t spare a look, but knew it meant the two of them must have dispensed the Saja Guards and Zoey was readying to return to the helm of their ship to attempt an escape.
Darth Jinu could sense he was beginning to lose ground and attempted to distract Rumi once more. Their lightsabers were locked against each other with a keening buzz, both Rumi and Jinu pushing against each other. He spoke to her through gritted teeth, “the patterns aren’t a curse, you know. They are a gift from the Honmoon, if you are brave enough to accept it. It is your fear of it that will destroy you.”
“You know nothing of my fear,” Rumi said with clarity. She could still feel the pulse of threads that connected her and Jinu, tugging at her patterns. But as she heard Zoey and Mira call out to her again, she focused on their voices and felt another set of threads. These ones did not pulse or tug, but wrapped around her. They were not like chains, but a caress meant to guide her where she needed to be. At the other end of these threads were Mira and Zoey.
In that moment, she recognized a new power that coursed across the Honmoon. Not the dark power Jinu spoke of, but something infinitely more potent. She drew on it and pale blue energy emanated with the purple of her lightsaber and she felt strength, not in her body but in her consciousness.
Darth Jinu’s eyes widened in surprise at the renewed determination in her eyes. She pushed forward and slashed her lightsaber down, sparing barely a glance at the gloved hand that landed on the ground by Jinu’s feet with a soft thud, his lightsaber clattering beside it. He screamed in agony and shock, clutching the stub of his right arm. Energy surged through her and he was pushed back, soaring into the air and landing on the far wall with a dull thump.
Rumi glanced down at her exposed arm, expecting to see the same purple glow of her patterns. Instead, they radiated with an iridescent light that flowed through her. The darkness she had always felt tugging at her had dissipated.
With Jinu apparently unconscious, she turned and sprinted up the ramp, past the bodies of the Saja Guards that lay in a heap at the bottom. At the top, Rumi slammed her fist on the button to raise the ramp before dashing to the helm, where Mira and Zoey were already sitting. The engines were firing up beneath them, readying for their escape.
“We have maybe a minute or two before more Demonic Order officers discover what’s happened and block us from leaving,” Mira said, looking over at Zoey.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m really good at flying this thing,” Zoey said with a smile and a wink at Mira.
“Show off,” Mira said with a chuckle, pressing a few buttons to ready weapons should the need arise.
Their ship lurched as Zoey urged it forward, toward the opening of the cargo bay that would lead them to open space again. As they neared it, a sharp ping sounded on the outside of the ship.
“I think the Demonic Order knows,” Mira deadpanned.
“I’m trying to get us out, but they’re closing the cargo door,” Zoey said, urging the ship to move faster towards the narrowing opening.
“Just keep flying, don’t worry about the opening,” Rumi said. Mira looked at her with interest but didn’t remark on it. Rumi still felt energy throughout her, leaning forward with both hands planted on the edge of the console to brace herself. She focused on the cargo bay door, watching it close. She could feel the metal door at the edges of her mind and she pushed. Remarkably, it obeyed and halted its movement, reversing course to open and providing enough space for them to slip out. The ping of blasters against the hull of the ship halted as they exited the ship.
Zoey rapidly punched in coordinates, followed by the press of a few buttons. “Hold on,” she said, pulling a lever. Rumi felt the force of hyperspace pull her backwards and she held on, bracing herself. The stars streaked past them, stretching like lines and making it feel like they passed through a shining tunnel. The feeling lasted for several moments before their ship slowed and the lines abruptly shortened back to dots around them.
“That was close,” Zoey said with a relieved sigh, leaning back. “We are on course to make it to the resistance base in about a day.”
“Well done Zoey,” Rumi said with a smile. It was then Rumi looked down at Mira, who was staring at her, eyes wide and mouth open as though trying to speak words she couldn’t form. Rumi tracked her look to her right arm and realized what Mira could see. Her patterns, clearly visible. Mira’s voice was a painful mixture of shock, hurt, and anger.
“You’ve been hiding this from us this whole time?”
Rumi’s heart constricted with panic. In the hurry to escape she had forgotten her patterns were exposed. There they were, still glowing with the new energy she somehow accessed. They swirled with pale pink and blue light.
“It’s not what you think,” Rumi said, taking a step back. “I’m not…”
“Rumi, tell us the truth,” Mira said, standing and turning to face Rumi directly. “Only servants of Gwi-Ma have those patterns or those who access the dark side of the Honmoon.” Mira’s hand twitched near her waist, where Rumi knew her lightsaber rested. Zoey stood too, but said nothing yet. Her eyes wide and questioning.
Rumi closed her eyes briefly, bracing herself. “Someone born from a servant of Gwi-Ma will also bear his marks.”
Zoey looked at Mira for a moment, both of them processing this new information. Zoey spoke first, saying “But your mother was a hunter. She trained with Celine before she died.”
Mira understood though. She hadn’t relaxed, still wary and poised for action. “It was your father, wasn’t it?”
Rumi nodded. “I don’t know much, only that it was Gwi-Ma who corrupted and killed him. The marks come from him.”
“So your power comes from the dark side of the Honmoon? Is that why you had the strength to open the cargo bay doors in the Demon Order ship?” Mira’s voice was laced with fear and Rumi flinched. “How have you kept that hidden this long?”
Rumi opened her mouth to explain, but Zoey put a hand out to stop her. She placed it on Mira’s shoulder as a comforting gesture, saying “Mira, don’t you feel that? It’s much stronger than the Honmoon energy we’re used to, but there’s no darkness in it. Right, Rumi?”
Rumi breathed out in relief. “No, I’ve never accessed the dark side of the Honmoon. But, I am more susceptible to it. That’s why Celine trained me to keep the patterns and my fears hidden. She said they would lead me to the dark side if I wasn’t in control. In fact, the patterns have always been purple, like the darkness was trying to infect me…until today.”
“What happened today?” Mira asked, her eyes narrowing, not in distrust but with interest.
Rumi looked at Zoey, who nodded in encouragement. “I heard a voice, before the Demon Order ship arrived,” Rumi began to explain. Mira’s eyes widened with understanding. “And then, I could feel a connection to Darth Jinu. That connection led to darkness and it…pulled me to him. But then I felt a stronger connection, one I could draw energy from.”
“A connection to who?” Zoey asked, although Rumi suspected she already knew. A hint of a smile played at the corner of Zoey’s mouth.
“To both of you,” Rumi said quietly. “I’ve always felt it but…I’ve been afraid it would be a path I shouldn’t walk down. But when I was fighting with Jinu, I felt it stronger than I ever have and was able to draw from it. It…changed my patterns and provided a power I haven’t felt before.” At Mira’s furrowed brow Rumi added, “The power wasn’t light or dark, but it was good. It was…” Rumi struggled to name the feeling she had when she felt their threads wrap around her.
Zoey seemed to understand, reaching out a hand toward Rumi, who grasped it with her own. “I felt it too, Rumi. It came from here,” Zoey said, placing her other hand at the center of her chest. Right over her heart. Rumi nodded and felt a stinging in her eyes. A single tear fell before she could stop it.
It was Mira who reacted first, reaching out and gently wiping the tear away with the tip of her finger. She seemed surprised, having moved without thinking. But her hand lingered, hesitant, before reaching down to take Rumi’s other hand. “It wasn’t just Zoey, I felt it. I still can.”
Rumi looked at both of them, their hands warm in hers. “I’m sorry I lied to you both, I should never have hidden them. I wanted…”
Mira cut her off. “We know Rumi, we were trained by Celine too. I’m not happy about it but…I get it.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Zoey said, looking at Mira who nodded in agreement. Mira reached over so the two of them could join hands as well and Rumi felt energy flow through them. “We’re doing this together, just like we always planned.”
“But stronger,” Mira said.
“Okay,” Rumi said, smiling at the two of them with a renewed sense of strength as a Hunter. No, as Huntr/x she thought. “Let’s go save the galaxy.”