She woke with an ache in her heart, accompanied by a dull sensation in her hand where something seemed to flicker in and out of existence. Luna stared at her palm for a moment, but before she could make sense of the strange feeling, it disappeared.
When she finally stood from the bed, there was nothing left.
By now, this had become typical for Luna. More than that, she had noticed that she was becoming angrier with each passing day. Her resentment had deepened into something heavier, something that seemed to sit beneath her skin and surface whenever she thought about the demons.
Her grandfather had told her that demons would be coming to the capital in preparation for the upcoming battle in Lysithara.
Everyone who held any influence over world affairs would be there.
But the presence of the demons disgusted her.
'All demons should be purged.'
Only then could this world have true peace.
Everything that happened was because demons were evil.
