Eleven years earlier
It was a dark and stormy night, much like the ones that had been occurring lately. There were two people in the small house, a mother and her child. The mother was knitting by the hearth, and the child was asleep in her bed. Although she didn't show it, the mother was worried. The choosing was tonight, and she was fretful her little Luna would be chosen.
The knitting needles barely made any sound as she knitted row after row of purple wool into a masterpiece.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The mother stood and went to the door, hands shaking. Were they here to take little Luna away?
The mother peered through the window and relaxed upon seeing her husband. She opened the door wide to welcome him inside with a hug, but he pushed her away.
"It's not safe, they're going to take Luna," the father said gruffly.
"What do we do?" the mother asked, hands shaking again.
"Get Luna, and run as far as you can out the back door, I'll distract them."
"But what about you?" the mother asked, more fretful than ever.
"Don't worry about me, I'll make it out alive," the father said, distracted.
"But, but-"
"Go," the father said, pointing to Luna's room.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Hurry!" the father said, bracing the door.
The mother ran down the hall to Luna's room as the knocking became more and more insistent.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Muffled voices from outside and footsteps circled the house.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"We're surrounded," the father said in despair.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The mother wept, and the father hugged her and Luna in his arms.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"What are we going to do?" the mother asked.
"I don't know," the father replied.
Those were their last words as the house went up in flames.
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