Luna's POV
Luna's magic exploded outward in a desperate burst of silver light.
The dying prophecy inside her chest was burning like acid, and she couldn't control the wild energy anymore. Her silver beams shot in every direction, nearly hitting her mother and the Shadow King.
"Luna!" Sunny shouted, grabbing her hands. "Focus on me!"
But Luna couldn't focus on anything. The prophecy transformation was happening too fast, ripping apart everything magical inside her body. She felt like she was being turned inside out.
"Make... it... stop!" she gasped.
The first light-creature swam urgently toward them. "We... can... slow... the... process. But... only... if... you... are... willing... to... accept... a... different... kind... of... danger."
"What danger?" Queen Celeste asked fearfully.
