My Moon

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"White brings tears, black brings acceptance"
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A dynamic creation of love and sorrow appears out of nowhere as the hellians are awed and amused by its mere presence. Some are suspicious, some are curious, some are thankful while the others are foolishly happy, thinking of it as a blessing.

Why?

Because it brought them the light in the dark sky.

They personified the celestial body as a goddess, whose rays affected one and all. They worshipped it at night and praised it in the day.

Its mere presence changed their perspective as it's powerful rays revitalized all, irrespective of their crimes and regrets as a new race was produced.

The Werewolves

The Kim coven being the first ones to rationalize and improvise the lives of the messy and wild wolves.

Surprisingly, no-one knows their origin, their past nor their life.

But they respected them as they had more power, more wisdom and more organization than any of the other pesty leaders.

But what happens when the coven finds a small baby lying near an unknown flower as he giggled and gurgled?

Who was he?

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By Bulletproof_army