Edwin Lunar Chapter 73: Echoes of Wingard

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The next morning arrived with clear skies over Vestella. For the first time in months, Edwin woke without the sound of emergency alarms. No academy announcements. No urgent messages. No warnings about reality collapsing. Just sunlight. It streamed through the windows of the Lunar residence, illuminating the room in a warm golden glow. Edwin opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. A strange feeling lingered in his mind. The conversation with his mother from the previous evening kept replaying. The scarf. The Original Orion. The stories about Wingard. For years, Wingard Lunar had been a legend. The Hero of the Great War. The strongest warrior of his era. The man who saved countless lives. Yet every new story Edwin learned made him seem less like a legend and more like a person. A real person. A father. And somehow that mattered more. Downstairs, the smell of breakfast filled the house. Edwin followed it into the dining area. To his surprise, both Edlin and the homeowner were already there. The old woman smiled. "Look who finally woke up." Edwin laughed. "It's barely morning." "It is almost ten." "That's still morning." "It isn't." "It is." The argument continued for several seconds before Edlin shook her head. "Some things never change." The three shared breakfast together. For a little while, life felt normal. Peaceful. Something Edwin had almost forgotten was possible. After breakfast, Edlin stood up. "I need to show you something." Edwin immediately became curious. "What?" "Follow me." The two walked deeper into the house. Eventually they arrived at a storage room Edwin rarely entered. Dust covered several old containers. Ancient furniture stood against the walls. Memories of another time. Edlin moved toward a large metal chest resting in the corner. The chest looked old. Very old. Its surface was covered in scratches. A faded Lunar insignia rested on the front. Edwin's eyes widened. "This belonged to Dad?" Edlin nodded. "He left it here years ago." "Why have I never seen it?" "Because I wanted you to discover it when you were ready." She stepped aside. "Open it." Edwin approached slowly. His heartbeat quickened. Everything connected to Wingard seemed important. The lock released with a click. The lid opened. Dust drifted into the air. Inside rested dozens of objects. Old uniforms. Mission records. Photographs. Badges. Personal belongings. The life of Wingard Lunar. Preserved for years. Waiting. Edwin carefully picked up a photograph. His breath caught. Four young figures stood together. Wingard. Edlin. Humming. Groader. The Original Orion. They looked completely different from the legends history described. Younger. Happier. Normal. Groader was laughing. Humming looked annoyed. Wingard had his arm around Edlin. The picture felt alive. Like a moment frozen in time. Before everything went wrong. "Hard to believe, isn't it?" Edlin smiled. "We were all idiots." Edwin laughed. "Even Humming?" "Especially Humming." He continued searching through the chest. Most items were ordinary. Personal notes. Training schedules. Mission reports. But one object immediately drew his attention. A black journal. Its cover was worn with age. The Lunar symbol was engraved on the front. Edwin carefully opened it. Inside were handwritten notes. Wingard's handwriting. His father's actual thoughts. Not official reports. Not historical records. Personal thoughts. The first pages contained simple entries. Training observations. Mission notes. Jokes about Groader. Complaints about Humming. Stories about Edlin. The entries felt surprisingly human. Then Edwin reached a later section. His expression changed. The writing became more serious. More focused. Almost worried. "Something isn't right." The sentence sat alone on the page. Edwin continued reading. "The official reports do not match what we witnessed." "Someone is changing records." "Someone powerful." "I need more evidence." Edwin froze. His eyes moved to the next page. "Groader is being blamed." "