The dark night was beautiful. The half moon shone bright with thousands of stars shimmering around it.
Trees danced to the cool breeze that swept through the forest.
Selene sat on one of the large trees, gazing at the sky, deep in thought. Her hold tightened on the scroll in her hands.
“Should I deliver this?” she mumbled to herself. This was the fifth time she had asked herself that and still couldn’t come to a conclusion.
She should wait until Arianna becomes Queen, but she needed her people to know that there is hope—that they should hang on.
Eryndor, who was seated beneath, screeched, earning Selene’s attention.
“I know, Eryndor, but that’s our job.”
Eryndor screeched again.
“I should wait, huh?” Selene sighed, placing her gaze back on the scroll. “We don’t know if this is trul
