𝗠𝘆 𝗨𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 || 𝗞𝗧𝗛 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿| ✔︎𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱

Chapter 49

Y/N carefully searched through the forbidden shelf, her eyes scanning each spine until she finally spotted a book titled *"Prohibited."*

The title alone sent a shiver down her spine, but curiosity got the better of her.

She carefully pulled the book off the shelf, feeling the weight of its ancient history in her hands.

As she opened it, her fingers brushed over the ancient texts, and her heart raced when she realized this book was related to the Moon Goddess's past.

Y/N began reading, and soon, she was immersed in a vivid flashback that seemed to pull her into another time and place.

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**FLASHBACK**

The scene opened on a chaotic battlefield where warriors and gods were engaged in fierce combat.

Swords clashed, and the ground was littered with the fallen. Amidst this chaos, a small figure—a young girl—sat on a barrel, tears streaming down her face as she anxiously waited for her father.

She was terrified, the sounds of the brutal battle ringing in her ears. In an attempt to stifle her sobs, she clasped her hand over her mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds of battle ceased. The little girl hesitantly stood up, her small form trembling as she looked around the battlefield.

Her eyes widened in horror when she saw that only one man remained standing, while the rest—warriors and gods alike—lay lifeless on the ground.

Gathering her courage, the girl ran towards the man. He was tall, towering over her, and his face was concealed by the hood of a dark cloak, making him appear even more intimidating.

The man didn’t seem to notice her at first, but as she got closer, she realized how terrifying he looked.

He bent down to her level, revealing a handsome face marred by a deep scar, his expression unreadable.

"Where’s my father?" she asked in a trembling voice, tears welling up in her eyes.

The man’s voice was as cold as the night as he replied, "Who’s your father? Who are you?"

The girl looked around frantically and spotted a familiar figure lying motionless on the ground.

Her heart sank as she recognized her father, dead among the fallen.

Overcome with grief, she collapsed beside his body, crying out, "Appa… Appa!" She clutched her father’s hand, her small frame shaking with sobs.

The man mounted his horse, ready to leave, but the little girl ran after him, her voice filled with desperation.

"You killed my father! You have to pay for this!" she shouted, her grief turning into a fierce determination.

The man rolled his eyes, clearly impatient, and asked, "What do you need?"

"I have no one except my father," she sobbed. "Now what should I do?"

The man looked down at her, his heart conflicted. She was so small and vulnerable, and despite his cold demeanor, something inside him softened.

Against his better judgment, he decided to help her. "Okay, I’ll take you to my palace," he said, his voice gruff.

The girl’s tear-streaked face brightened slightly. "Does that mean you’re my second father?" she asked, her innocence piercing through the tension.