An inexplicable closeness tugged at Aurora's heart, a bond that transcended the moment. Memories stirred, unbidden but vivid, of her past life as Luna—a time when she had dedicated herself to saving children from the darkness she had once endured. She had known their pain intimately, having suffered the same grievances as a child. That pain had shaped her, forged her into someone who refused to let others endure what she had.
She had saved many children in that life, some of whom grew under her care and later stood by her side, loyal and strong. But as she looked at Jenny—at the fragile yet fierce will glowing in the child's eyes, at the quiet courage battling against the weight of disease—Aurora was struck by a haunting familiarity. Jenny's resolve reminded her of her own as a child, a time when survival was a battle fought alone.
In Jenny's strength, Aurora saw a reflection of her past, and in that reflection, she found her purpose rekindled.