Caged Moon

Caged Moon The night I was born, the moon bled. They said it was an omen. A curse. Two daughters. One crown. One lie too perfect to question. They paraded her in silks while I scrubbed floors with bloodied palms. My name was erased before it was ever spoken. They call me servant, orphan, curse— but they don’t call me what I truly am. I see her smile in the mirror that should be mine. I hear whispers in dreams no one remembers. A howl trapped behind my ribs. A voice sealed in bone and spell. They caged my wolf. They caged me. But secrets rot in silence. And when they do... they scream. I don’t know what I am yet. But something ancient is waking inside me. And when it does, they will all remember what they tried to bury. Because even the moon cannot hide her shadow forever. They say the moon remembers, even when the world forgets. But what if the moon itself was chained? My name is Aurelia. A name they buried beneath ash and dust. A name I whisper only to the wind, because saying it out loud feels like treason. I am not the daughter they chose— but I am the one the prophecy feared. The rightful heir cloaked in rags, carrying a mark no one dares speak of. The girl who was never meant to survive. My wolf—silent. My past—shattered. My soul—scarred. And yet, every night, I wake with blood on my tongue and fire in my chest. They thought they could erase me. That if they whispered her name long enough, mine would turn to dust. But dust remembers. And so do bones. There’s something twisted in the roots of this kingdom— a lie so deep, the trees grow crooked with it. And I am its echo. I was born on the same night as the princess they praise. We cried together for the first time... but only one of us was allowed to wear a crown. The other was left to wear chains. Let them call me cursed. Let them call me shadow. Because when the truth rises— it will not knock. It will break the door down. And I will not just take back my name... I will take back everything. .