Mystique Luna
If I fought back, I'd be painted as the bad one.
I tried to keep my cool every time Cynthia and her gang provoked me. I did my best to control my emotions; the moon goddess knew that. But during one of our training sessions, as I was practicing, Cynthia suddenly struck me from behind. The impact sent me stumbling forward, and I felt a sharp pain as I hit my forehead against the hard ground, blood trickling down my face.
Zayn, who had been observing from a distance, rushed over. "What happened?" he asked.
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