Prologue
378 Words
In the darkness where he lurks, a fascinating creature of power and sadness. Ravos Fenrir, the ultimate witness of changes and deaths, has been alive since time immemorial. His pursuit of his other half, an exhausting journey of despair, hope, and insatiable longing. He yearns for only one thing—to finally lay his eyes on the woman of his pair.
Yet time is a punishing force, prolonging his endless and futile quest. His sadness reverberates through the dark corners of the forest, where the moon stands as his sole companion. He longed for love, he longed to live. For centuries, he has existed as a living dead, breathing but barely living. Until one full moon night, a spark of hope ignited as an alluring scent breached his silence. A fragrance that stirred every vein within him. It could be her, my Luna, he thought.
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"Your baby is a girl; she's very beautiful. She shines just like the moon tonight," said the doctor. True enough, the moon peeks from the window as if celebrating the arrival of the baby.
"Thank you so much, Doctor," the husband expressed gratitude, overjoyed at the safe deliverance of his wife. For three years, they had prayed for a child, devoted themselves to worshiping different gods just to ask for one, and now everything paid off. His wife had given birth to a fine, beautiful baby.
"What will be her name?" inquired the doctor, fascinated by the glowing grace of the newborn baby.
The mother mumbled weakly, "I'd like to name her Luna, our Luna..." Her happiness reached the moon; she had spoken to the moon, pleading for a baby, and now it finally came. She wasn't sure yet if she believed that the moon had gifted her a baby; that's why she's naming her after the moon.
The baby cried, filling the air inside the hospital—a cry that sounded like music to his ears. He stood up, mesmerized by her scent, thrilled with her arrival.
For centuries, it was just now that he felt so alive. His Luna was finally born, and he'll make sure to have her. He looked up, beaming at the glorious moon above.
"She's here... My Luna is here," he mumbled, talking to the moon.
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