Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325 The Training Moons

Natalie’s POV

Three months passed.

Not in the kind of silence that meant peace.

Nothing in our lives ever truly allowed that illusion to survive for long.

Inside the sanctuary, life learned how to imitate normality.

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The estate settled into a routine so precise it almost felt fake. Every morning, the eastern gates opened at exactly seven, not a second earlier or later.

The academy transport convoy arrived five minutes after that.

And every morning, without exception, Sean was already waiting on the front steps.

Neatty dressed. Backpack aligned perfectly across his shoulders. He never rushed, never hesitated.

Susie treated mornings like personal injustice made physical.

She always appeared late, half–dressed, half–awake, dragging her feet through the foyer with theatrical suffering, as if the concept of education itself had personally offended her lineage.

“I still don’t understand,” she muttered for what had become a daily ritual, kicking at the polished stone floor as she walked, “why I need arithmetic when Daddy has people who already do numbers/for him.”

Sean didn’t even lift his gaze from his tablet.

“Because civilized systems require numerical literacy,” he replied calmly.

Susie gasped as if she had been betrayed.

“Stop talking like Grandpa Waylon.”

That finally broke me.

A small laugh escaped before I could stop it.

Nyx stirred faintly inside me at the sound like she approved of the moment.

From deeper inside the house, I felt him before I saw him.

Baron’s presence always arrived like that now.

The scent of pine and steel followed him through the corridor before his footsteps ever reached the kitchen. Even after three months, my senses still adjusted instinctively, like my body had accepted him as a fixed point in its internal geography.

The children reacted instantly.

Sean straightened without looking up.

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Susie abandoned her protest against education entirely and launched herself toward the entrance with sudden enthusiasm.

Baron stepped into the room just as she collided into him.

He caught her effortlessly without breaking stride, one arm securing her against his chest like she weighed nothing.

“Traitor,” she announced immediately.

Baron raised a brow slightly as he reached for his coffee.

“To what?”

“To Mommy.”

“I see.”

“She said I have to attend every class.”

He took a slow sip, as if considering the severity of the accusation.

Then nodded.

“She is correct.”

Susie went limp in his arms.

“Both of you are impossible.”

For the first time that morning, Sean smiled. It was becoming more frequent now.

And I noticed it.

All of it.

Because while the estate had settled into routine, the children had not simply adjusted to the academy.

They had begun to change it.

The academy had originally intended to evaluate them for one month.

That timeline had quietly disappeared.

Now three months in, the institution was no longer evaluating them.

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Sean was the easier mystery, at least on paper. He excelled in structured environments the way water finds its own level.

Strategy modules, tactical simulations, administrative logic grids – he absorbed them with unsettling ease. Twice now, instructors had had to revise entire lesson frameworks after he identified inconsistencies mid–lecture.

And he never did it with arrogance.

That was what unsettled them most.

He simply corrected things as if correctness was the only natural state.

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The headmaster had called our private channel multiple times during the first month alone. First to discuss placement adjustments, then to verify test results. After that, the calls stopped being procedural and started becoming questions no one wanted to ask publicly.

How was a child this young outperforming senior–tier students in simulated warfare environments designed for elite adolescents?

Susie, however, was not an academic anomaly.

She was something far more disruptive.

She did not outperform the system.

She ignored it.

Where Sean operated within structure, Susie treated structure as optional scenery.

One instructor had described her to me – carefully, cautiously – as “an uncontrolled variable with physical confidence above recommended developmental thresholds.”

I had asked for clarification.

They had not answered immediately.

Because apparently there was no formal definition for a five–year–old who climbed academy rooftops during lunch breaks and returned without understanding why anyone was alarmed.

Or for a child who could physically overpower teenagers twice her size and still ask afterward if she had done something wrong.

The instructors were exhausted.

Baron, however, thought it was the funniest thing he had heard in years.

“I don’t see the problem,” he said once, watching Susie argue with a senior trainee over who was allowed to occupy a training mat. “She adapts quickly.”

“She arm–wrestled a thirteen–year–old yesterday,” I reminded him.

“And won,” he added, almost proudly.

“That is not the point.”

“It is a point.”

“It is not a good one.”

His expression barely shifted, but there was amusement there – quiet, restrained.

“Susie does not accept loss as a concept yet,” he said. “That will either serve her well or destroy someone else’s ego

“That is exactly why I’m worried.”

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His gaze flicked to me over his coffee mug in that way that always made me feel like he was observing something far deeper than the conversation itself.

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“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said finally.

Texhaled slowly.

“I’m evaluating.”

“You’re worried.”

*I’m managing outcomes.”

“You’re worried,” he repeated again.

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

“And you’re enjoying this more than you should.”

His mouth curved faintly.

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