Romans & histoires The Sun The Moon And The Truth

For a young lady that is her, she is one special sheep floating in her dear old clouds but has the eyes of a hungry eagle. “Why does this world only have a bright full moon?” Wondering once more, yet more like mocking the glitch, yet the fault that her current world is being made off. She took a deep breath as she stares at the moon one more time and asks. “Maybe, just maybe, it is made that way to made us understand and be constantly reminded that we are living in the world where everything that seems true, is not. The truth is the lies, the night is the day, the darkness is the light, and vice versa. Don’t you think?”

"Your abilities? The ones that only bring bad things to people that you associate with. You know, Others can pity you because of that but that doesn't mean I will do the same. I guess it is your bad luck that caused this misfortune to happen to Moon." Sun rolled her eyes not caring at all about the damage that her words will cause to Helene or Moon. "Don't talk to her like that!" "Why not?! Remember this is involving the both of you and shouldn't go around trusting anyone even though they are your students!" Sun reminded but it only pisses Goddess of Moon off. "Are you talking about trust?! If three is anyone that I am not supposed to trust! That person is you!" Moon fired at her pointing at

Gathering a breath burdened with the gravity of our reality, I began, voice barely above a whisper, "This is going to be a tough pill to swallow, and I can see the skepticism in your eyes, Dad. But we mustn't forget the gifts bestowed upon us by the moon goddess—the very gifts that bestow us with the power to distinguish truth from deceit." There was a moment of silence, a shared breath among us siblings, before I continued, the conviction growing in my voice. "When Adrian spoke, everything in my being recognized the resonance of truth in his words." I paused, searching their faces for signs of acceptance. One by one, my brothers gave silent nods of agreement, subtle yet resolute, a silent c

Within the nexus, souls found solace and inspiration, nurturing their inner journey and facilitating the collective exploration of truth and self-realization. The essence of Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal resonance known as the "Luna Song." This celestial melody carried the timeless wisdom and transformative power of authenticity, resonating through the fabric of the cosmos and stirring the hearts of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Song became a cosmic anthem, inspiring beings to embrace their authentic selves and align with the universal symphony of existence.

‘So, I return back to the past, but this time it happens before my father gets stabbed. “You’ve returned…” the Moon Goddess suddenly appeared next to Jeremiah and smiled, “Have you learned about the truth?” Jeremiah stared at her in confusion, “the truth?” The Moon Goddess nodded slightly, “Yes, I told you before, the things that you see may not appear to be the truth.” Jeremiah shrugged, “no, I haven’t. I still don't understand what did you mean about the truth?” The silver-haired woman smiled at him, “then let me show you about the truth…” she then added, “what really happened in the past.”

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

“It will fade. The falsehoods will burn away. Only truth will remain.” But every time he said truth, something deep in me snarled. > "He lies." The sound wasn’t his voice. It wasn’t mine either. It came from inside. It was rough. Wild. Feminine. It echoed from the back of my skull like thunder trying to wake me. > "He lies, it repeated. He’s rewriting you." “Who—who said that?” I whispered. Solen tilted his head, golden eyes unreadable. “The last shadows of the Moon’s curse. Do not listen. They will fade soon.”

“What are you saying?” The words trembled on her lips. She wanted to tell him everything — about the power burning beneath her skin, about the whispers of the Moon that had begun to call her Blessed Luna. But the memory of rejection still haunted her, like an open wound that hadn’t healed. She couldn’t risk it. Not yet. Instead, she said quietly, “I’m saying the truth doesn’t hide forever. Selene’s lies will burn. And when they do, I hope you remember who tried to warn you.”

All of this doesn’t fix the past. But from this path forward. And for the first time in years, the pack stands united not by lies—but by truth. I lift my head to the moon and swear silently: There will be no more shadows. Not for her. Not for us. Not ever again.