Selenophile.The Moon Is Her Companion.

"I desire the moon," declared the four-year-old.

She was given a rock and she thought and believe the rock was the moon rock. She lusted the moon till she wanted to see the moon close up.

"What am I to the whole world? Why am I so feared?", she wonders.

It is a story above love being her downfall of her. She wanted nothing more than the blood of her clan in her fingers. She wanted revenge. Her heart became cold to beings of flesh and blood. Somehow the moon became her companion. She learned to love the moon. The moon loved her.