Lunaya.
“Tell me, my child, why is it you believe your child to be dead?” Pappi questioned softy. I looked up at her and although her white eyes were blank, her expression was warm and comforting. A small feeling of calmness and relief waved over me.
“The hunters killed everyone” I answered in a matter-of-fact kind of tone.
“Did you see your offspring perish?” she answered without skipping a beat.
“Well not exactly” I mumbled,
“Tell me what you remember”.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I have avoided reliving this memory for the past seventeen years, with only my dreams betraying me. The pain from just thinking about it still feels as fresh as if it were just yesterday. Everything about the way that my naive twenty-one-year-old self thought my life would turn out, all cam
