That night twelve moons from the making, the Luna wandered distant from the brothers, and lay beside the streams that lapped against the moonlit fur, and slept, for the mist was thick and cool against the resting;
And She called out to her, for the Life had been moulded to her pleasing, and said:
I chose you Luna, and as such what I have given you shall be returned;
You are blessed, for generation and generation shall follow in your steps, shall you abide by My word;
And now upon me, listen:
The One in you shall be Ximena, the moonlight child of Chosen, and the Listener.
She will be of the purest light; and all will bow before her radiance;
Her knowledge will surpass by far others, for it is I, that will guide her steps, and her Sight shall ne'er be lost, and she will not be cast to the abyss of hopelessness;
Her wisdom will be what she stands upon in the trials; it is what I have given her, to be Justice itself.
She will be the greatest among all the Chosen, even with passing Time that she shall never fade.
DAMN. ENDING THE CHAPTER AGAIN NOW. I'm writing too much about Ximena, and going really slow, but I have this limit of 15 minutes on my iPad right now and I'll have to stop. >< Let's hope I can start on the next chapter.
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Legend
WerewolfTime itself is the spinster of the long-forgotten; for her Eyes do not overlook the most insignificant of truths, nor do they miss the darkest of lies. The intricate latticework woven by the threads of fate, the haggard tales are told, whispering th...
