Prologue
My heart stopped beating, and it hurt so much. It felt as if my soul got ripped out of my chest that second. I didn't need to look at it, hear it, smell it or touch it. I could feel it. A deep pain welled up inside of me, threatening to burst any second. I had to keep strong. I knew that there was nothing I could've done at that time. Nothing that could be done. All I know is that I will never be able to see them again. Why?
Because I'm cursed by the Spirit of the Moon.
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