The little Luna was clenching the old cloak against her chest not bothering to look to her father who knew nothing about the value of the legacy of her mother. She chose to bit her lower lip and let her teeth sunk on its delicate skin.
She decided to stood up to protect the pride of her mom that was died in battle, and the only remains she have is the cloak, “Mom was…” but her small voice is not enough to protect her mother’s dignity.
“She was nothing but a shame and embarrassment in our family, if I knew that her artillery was just a worthless piece of rag then I shouldn’t have married her in the first place!” he yelled.
Causing for Luna’s knees to violently shake from fear and before him, she could only do is pulled the cloaked close to her heart. Her tiny heart wants to explode fro
