Third Person
The news had quickly spread that the Luna had survived the trial. A good percentage of the people had believed her, for they thought she was not chosen by the Moon Goddess. To them, Yella was the Luna, but when the news of Liora's passing, the Luna trial spread like wildfire, and she had gained more supporters, much to the disappointment of the Caswells.
Liora stepped out that morning with a beaming smile. By the entrance of the penthouse were gifts of every kind: freshly picked flowers, boxes of chocolate, fresh meat, milk, and even live animals. Liora was dumbfounded.
A few of the well-wishers had left, but the rest bowed the moment they sighted her.
“Greetings, Luna,” they chorused.
Liora’s lips stretched. “Greetings,” she replied, a little skeptical.
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