Ella's POVThree years later.Luna was five years old now.She was tall for her age. Strong. Beautiful. With her father's dark hair and my eyes—well, the golden eyes of the Goddess. She was perfect.And she was powerful.So powerful.She could move things with her mind. Heal wounds with a touch. Feel emotions from miles away. She was a prodigy. A miracle. The child of prophecy.But to me, she was just Luna. My daughter. My heart. My everything.---The First DayIt was Luna's first day of school.I was more nervous than she was."What if the other kids don't like me?" she asked.I knelt down in front of her. Took her hands."They're going to love you.""But what if they don't?""Then they're missing out."She smiled. A small, uncertain smile."Okay, Mama."I kissed her forehead."Be good. Learn lots. And remember—I love you.""I love you too, Mama."She ran off to join the other children. I watched her go. My heart ached. My eyes filled with tears.Kael wrapped his arm around me."She
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