Just then something struck me.
The day my parents died.
It was near. Nearer than I could think.
I felt goosebumps on my skin and I developed cold feet. The moon goddess had given me the chance and the opportunity to make things right. She had given me the power to fight evil ones. To correct all wrongs, to put evil people in their place. I need to make use of my powers. Anyone who killed my parents the first time would die this second time.
The person would have to go through me first before getting to them. I will have to watch over them. I will make sure the person or power will fail. I don't know what I will do if something bad happens to them the second time. I remembered vividly how I wallowed in my thoughts for days, and months when they died in the past. I cried my eyes out
