Luna and The Full Moon Raid
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Last published Wed, Mar 7, 2018
My mother wrapped me in her arms in a protective shell. My father trailed close behind us, defending us from any attackers. With one strike of a blade, my father falls to the ground. My mother keeps crying as tears stream down her cheeks.
Just as I see the safe bunker come into sight, a flash of blue lightning in the distance causes pain throughout my entire body. My mother falls to the ground as the pain shifts to my wrist, carving a scar into my fair skin. I cry out in pain as my mother gets back up on her feet, determined to get the both of us safe...
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