𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter-35

*•.¸♡ AUTHOR'S POV ♡¸.•*

Myra stared at Onora, stunned by the words she had just heard. It took a few moments for the shock to wear off, for her mind to catch up with what had been said.

"Slave?" Myra whispered the word, her voice tinged with disbelief and pain as she thought of Xendar and what he might have endured.

Onora gave a solemn nod. "I don't know all the details," she said quietly, "but I'm certain him being Althea's brainwashed slave is one reason there was so much hatred between them." She glanced at Myra, her gaze apologetic, as if to say she didn't have much more to offer about Xendar's past.

A new question stirred within Myra, one that had been weighing on her and Diego for some time.

"I have another question," Myra said, her voice steady. Onora nodded, urging her to continue. Myra absently reached up to twirl a few strands of her hair, studying them intently, as if the answer might lie within the strands themselves.

"What is this power?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The question that had haunted both her and Diego, was the one they had been chasing without understanding.

Onora followed Myra's gaze to the strands of hair—half silver, half brown—then met her eyes. "It's an ancient power," she began, her tone grave. "One that we Lunarians have protected for centuries." Myra listened intently as Onora continued, the weight of her words settling in. "The Moon Goddess bestowed it upon us long ago, and it has been our duty to safeguard it ever since."

"It's the blood of the Moon Goddess."

Onora's words hit Myra like a thunderclap, leaving her stunned. She couldn't look away from the wounded woman before her, her mind struggling to make sense of the revelation.

The blood of the Moon Goddess. Or, as the Lunarians called it, Selene's Vein.

Years ago, the Lunarians had worshipped the Goddess with unwavering faith. In return, she had blessed them with a small part of her power—her blood.

It was a gift they had guarded fiercely, with devotion and strength. A divine power meant to be used only for pure and noble purposes.

And now, it was inside Myra. In her own body.

It made her the Selene's Heir—the Daughter of the Moon.

The strange, unshakable connection she'd always felt to the moon now made sense.

Myra's voice was quiet but steady as she asked, "Do you want this power back? From me?" Onora paused, her gaze thoughtful as she considered the question.

"You and your people have protected this power for centuries," Myra continued her voice barely above a whisper. "It's an ancient power that belongs to Moon Goddess. Do you want to take it back?"

Onora met her eyes, her expression unreadable, as if weighing the words carefully before answering.

"If I speak from my perspective... then no. I don't want to." Onora's voice was soft, but Myra could feel the weight of her words. She continued to watch her closely, sensing the hesitation beneath them—there was more she wasn't saying.

"But..." Myra's gaze lingered on Onora, reading the uncertainty in her expression. Her next words came slowly, as if burdened by doubt. "I don't know about the other clans."

Myra's concern deepened as Onora's words sank in.

"The Selene's Vein is incredibly important," Onora continued, her voice tense with the gravity of what she was about to say. "A crucial part of Lunarian history. It was protected for generations by the clans that swore to keep it safe."