The Luna’s Return: Avenging her lost son
I give him reassurance, his body relaxing slightly from my words of encouragement.
“See I was right…”
“About what?”
“About you being a superhero…you were in my dream again.”
“I was?”
“The moon goddess was welcoming me, but I could hear you behind me calling me back.”
I’m silent, thinking on what he just told me. I couldn’t get too involved with him, too attached. He was the son of my enemies; my son is dead because he lives.
It was my son that was born to be the heir, not Athan. Perhaps his condition is justice from their trickery, denying what fate had intended.