I was finally happy. Everything was quiet and still. My life was peaceful again and happy tears streamed down my eyes. I never thought I would survive the torture and pain that Parker and Amalia had put me through. Everything was too good to be true and for once I thought I was dreaming.
"She is just sleeping and she will be able to wake up in hours." I was woken from my deep sleep by an old and calming voice that I assumed belonged to an aged doctor. Opening my eyes slowly, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, lying in a king-sized bed, and for once I believed I was dreaming. I couldn't remember the last time I slept in such a luxurious room. The last time I checked I was the disgraced Luna who was sleeping in the cold pack's cell with nothing to cover me and a bed was an unattainable
