Moon Goddess Daughter

Part 1

I am Princess Goddess Elizabeth, Elizabeth Aster, born on the moon to the Moon Goddess Davina and Moon God Todd. My beginning was like no other. I was born with a magical power that was unmatched by any other. I was told I was chosen to protect the moon and its inhabitants. From when I was a mere fledgling, I was indoctrinated in the profound depths of the lunar realm and its resplendent culture (Hackett, 226). The knowledge I acquired throughout my formative years impressed upon me the magnitude of diligent labor and the paramount significance of the judicious utilization of my supernatural abilities. I was reared with an astute comprehension of the equilibrium within the natural world. As I matured, I became an embodiment of the total of the moon's bountiful offerings, and with each successive diurnal cycle, my magical prowess burgeoned exponentially. As the sands of time flowed ceaselessly onwards, my capacity to perform feats of wonderment became increasingly formidable, allowing me to extend my enchanted capacities toward facilitating the betterment of others. I could recuperate the debilitated, safeguard the frail, and carry equilibrium to the world. I was the defender of the moon and every one of its occupants. I was their princess, goddess, and savior (Hackett, 228).

I was born with the power to control the universe at my fingertips. I was an immortal deity carved from the stars, and I wielded my divine gifts to watch over werewolves and rule their domain. Unfortunately, I have no memory of my past life. I am just a full-blooded, painfully average human girl. I attend high school, and my best friend is Ariana, an average human. I am not particularly special, but I have a few unique quirks. I love tea, my number one tone is blue, and I generally wear denim pants, a Laying Down with Alarms band shirt, and dark talk. I had just learned what I was fit for one day when heading home from school. I was passing a lush region close to my home when I heard a loud, profound snarl. I was frightened. However, I was additionally peculiarly attracted to the sound. I stepped closer to the edge of the trees and saw a large, grey wolf. He looked at me with his large yellow eyes, and I felt a peculiar association between us. I could perceive he was in trouble and needed to help him (Hackett, 231). I connected my hand and shut my eyes. With the limitless insight of the universe, I was shocked by an unexpected flood of unfathomable energy throbbing inside me. Frightened, I separated my eyelids and looked upon the striking sight of the wolf, having undergone a surprising transformation, changing into the type of a human male. In an absolute surprise, he respected me with amazement and deference. Presenting himself as Imprint, he uncovered that he was a lycanthrope, destined to change into a wolf during the full moon. He had spent months taking refuge in the woods to evade the company of others. He thanked me for breaking his curse. That was the point at which I understood that I had the ability to control the universe readily available. I never understood what I was prepared to do, however presently I comprehend. I could help other people, and still up in the air to utilize it. From that day forward, I committed to aiding werewolves and safeguarding their space. I utilized my powers to help them in any capacity, from mending their injuries to giving them food and asylum. I even assisted them with figuring out how to break their condemnations. I before long understood that I was the one in particular who could help the werewolves and that I was their main expectation. I embraced my power and fate and was still deciding whether to utilize my gifts to make the world a particular spot.

I was unable to recall my past. However, I realized I was something particularly unique. I had a surprising association with the moon and the stars, giving me a feeling of motivation I could not understand. I was the goddess, the person who didn't recollect her past. Intrinsically intertwined in my adolescence, my elder stepsister Leah was an ever-present specter, tailing me tirelessly as if pursuing esoteric revelations. My mind writhed with bewilderment, trying to comprehend her obsessive interest in me as if she held the key to an elusive enigma. However, I could not ignore her magnetic pull on me, almost as if she possessed knowledge beyond my reach. In my quest for enlightenment, my trusty mentor was none other than my mate's cousin Garrett, a beacon of wisdom who always seemed to have the elusive answers I sought. His intuitive understanding of my soul surpassed my consciousness, awestruck, and inspired me. He assisted me with understanding my association with the moon and the stars and trained me to involve my power for good (Hackett, 237). Mate's Auntie Jessica was my envoy. She could see the future, and she generally cautioned me of risk. She resembled a heavenly messenger, continuously paying special attention to me out of luck. My aunt Barbra, whom I never knew I had, was my threshold guardian. She was hiding but was always one step ahead of me. She would appear out of nowhere to protect me from harm and guide me on my quest. My stepfather John was a shapeshifter. He could change form at will and always looked out for me. A sense of his essence lingered, palpable even in his absence. The Moon Shadow Pack, a formidable band of warriors, stood by my side, a beacon of protection and guidance on my treacherous journey. Their familial bond, stronger than steel, ensured that no harm would befall me, and their wisdom was a balm to my weary soul. Notwithstanding, most importantly, my close friend, my dearest partner, was, as a matter of fact, Evelyn, a simple human yet having an uncanny capacity to peruse my considerations and feelings. Our bond, produced in the pot of life as a youngster, was solid, and her devotion won't ever falter. In her, I tracked down comfort and solace, a haven in a universe of tumult. My central goal was to find the truth of my past and identify my identity. With the help of my accomplices and partners, I could uncover the secrets of my past and track down my genuine person. I was the goddess, the person who didn't recollect her past.

My mother was a sort and cherishing lady who gave me her unqualified love. She was a mind-blowing radiance, and I loved each second I had with her. My mom died when I was a delicate eight-year-old in an irreversibly destroying disaster my early life. In any case, the result of her passing was significantly really anguishing. In a surge of misplaced anger, my stepfather placed the blame for my mother's demise squarely on my innocent shoulders, accusing me of being the harbinger of her untimely end. The weight of his accusations, heavy and crushing, bore down on me like a millstone, and I struggled to reconcile the reality of my situation (Hackett, 239). My instant state of turmoil searched my mind for elusive answers, and my heart shattered into a million pieces with every passing moment.