Chapter fifty eight: Heart demon.

Elsa sat silently in a sea of flowers while her thoughts ran wild.

It wasn't until Caspian was some feet close to her did she realize that someone was approaching.

Throwing him a glance.

"This is my fault." Elsa buried her head on her knees. "If I was not so rash–and argued. Am I really not fit to be a Luna?"

"I just keep creating one problem after the other." She rambled on. "She was right. Maybe I am not fit to be a Luna after all.

"Who ever she is she was wrong." Caspian disagreed. "I was wrong."

"What do you mean?" Elsa was tired. She was trying hard. Like really hard. Still she was still far from understanding the way these supernatural people thought process are.

"It is not your fault."

"It does seems like it." Elsa shook her head. "This war won't have happened if not for me."

"It would. One way or the other it would still have happened." He stated staring at nothing.

"But—i don't understand—we are clearly innocent. Why is it hard to believe?" Elsa tried to reason.

"Even if it