The Moonstone glowed brighter than ever, and the little people declared a Festival of Lights. Lanterns made of acorn caps and firefly glow dotted the forest. Tiny drums beat a rhythm, and flutes made of reeds played melodies that made Lily’s heart feel light.
“You should dance,” Bramble said, tugging a strand of her hair.
Lily laughed. “I’m too big.”
“Then watch.”
The little people spun in circles, their movements quick and joyful. Thorn, usually so stern, twirled with a rare smile. Even the beetles clicked in time.
Lily clapped her hands softly, careful not to blow anyone over
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The call came at dawn. Sergeant First Class Marcus Cole was cleaning his cannon, his crew sleeping, the battlefield quiet. Then the radio crackled, and the war started again.
"Hammer Lead, this is Command. We have a downed helicopter in the valley. Pilot is alive, but he's behind enemy lines. You're the closest armor. We need you to get him out."
Marcus looked at the valley, at the hills where the enemy had retreated, at the ground they'd fought for yesterday. "Copy, Command. We're on it."
He woke his crew, briefed them as the engine warmed. "We're going into the valley. The pilot is
"Hammer Lead, this is Command. We have a downed helicopter in the valley. Pilot is alive, but he's behind enemy lines. You're the closest armor. We need you to get him out."
Marcus looked at the valley, at the hills where the enemy had retreated, at the ground they'd fought for yesterday. "Copy, Command. We're on it."
He woke his crew, briefed them as the engine warmed. "We're going into the valley. The pilot is