THE LUNA'S ECLIPSE
Then, she tilted her tear-streaked face up to the small window.
The one source of light in the entire basement.
“Wh-why me, Moon Goddess?” Her voice cracked, breaking under the weight of despair.
I felt my breath hitch.
This moment—I remembered this night.
It was the night I had been punished thrice.
The memory slammed into me like a tidal wave, each piece falling into place. I had been innocent. And yet, it hadn’t mattered.
First, the Luna.
I had walked in on her and a warrior, caught in a moment they weren’t supposed to share. She had seen me, had read the shock on my face before I could even process what I had witnessed. And in that moment, she had decided my fate.
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