Luna was still celebrating with joy, running through the flower-covered field of that magical world, the two swords — pink and blue — dancing at her side like loyal companions.

  She spun with happiness, feeling light, powerful... alive.

  Suddenly, without thinking, she jumped high into the air — much higher than she expected.

  “Ahh!!! Help!! What did I do?!” she shouted, surprised.

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  But instead of landing awkwardly... Luna touched down softly on the ground, standing upright, as if it were completely natural.

  She paused for a second, looking at her own legs, then at the floating swords around her.

  “Do I have... a high jump now?” she asked out loud, still confused.

  The swords moved gently and nodded, as if to say “yes.” They were like living extensions of her, and they seemed happy too.

  Luna took a step back, then jumped again — even higher — spinning in the air.

  She landed perfectly, laughing with joy.

  “Yesssss! Now I’m strong, strong and even more powerful!” she shouted, lifting both swords into the sky.

  The sky answered with a soft shimmer from the stars. The seven were still there, watching, silently.

  But Luna knew: this was just the beginning.