The Disabled Luna’s Vengeance
I pinched her cheeks, then I squated before her.
“Why do you want to be like her?” I asked.
She giggled, then rolled her eyes. “Because she is so strong, Uncle Lucian! Mom said she won plenty of battles!” She continued. Those were the tales told to little children, not only was Agartha a warrior, Luna, she killed many of her kind too. She wasn’t entirely rosey a Luna, or a warrior, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Well, I hope the goddess grants you strength my dear, you might be greater than her,” she blushed again. My eyes narrowed towards the lady approaching the tent that was meant to be for Selene.
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