Eileen's POV
It was her, Selene.
But not as I had seen her before in visions. This was the grown version of the little girl I had seen in X’s memory—the one he had played with in the field. Her presence stilled the air. Even the winds quieted. Her silver-white hair floated around her face as if touched by unseen winds, and her eyes—those soft, ancient eyes—were filled with sorrow. The moon goddess herself was here.
She didn’t speak to us. She walked straight to X.
He looked up at her, his lips trembling. His hands, bloodied and broken, reached out but then he withdrew, as if remembering all what he had gone through.
She knelt. Right there, in the dust and blood, the Moon goddess knelt beside her brother, not with judgment, but with love. Her fingers brushed his face gently
