FROM SLAVE TO LUNA
I am only able to acknowledge her with a weak smile, as I am in no mood for small talk.
“I’m Athea by the way ”, she whispers again, but this time she pokes my side with an elbow.
“Serena”, I reply, mentally wincing from the pain.
Her eyes widen in shock and she scoots closer to me. “The Luna Serena or another Serena?”, she whispers.
I have no idea how to reply, so I just give her a nod. The journey blurs together, but by the time we reach the Nythera stronghold, I am certain of one thing, I would rather die than live as a slave.
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