Aurora’s POV
My hands traced on the painting, it's old paint barely scrapping off.
"What's your story mom?" I whispered silently.
"What do you want to tell me?!" A bit more loud this time.
I had a feeling that the visions meant something, maybe just maybe... I'd get some answers about who I am.
I attended to summon the moon goddess, gathering the little magic I could feel inside me.
"Agatha, moon goddess, help me know who I am."
But there was a cold silence, the magic sizzling through my veins.
Black liquid imprinted on my veins, it sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn’t go back to the throne. I didn’t sit in that cursed room or bow to Caleb. My bare feet carried me silently along the castle walls, every stone cold beneath them. The Velmoria wind cut through me, sharp and unrelent
