Marked by the Moon.

he best melody in t

s told me I was

d, her voice filled with affection. "Our

right. After a decade of hoping and waiting, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, but not

ey spoke

ud announcing his arrival. The echoes weren't jus

ing chills down our spines. George, my father, tightened his grip

. "And the heavens decided to bless you by making us a family." The mockery in his tone sent shive

ation etched in his eyes. "Darius, she's just a child," he pleade

hild, especially the one destined to bring an heir to my son," he declared, his gaze shifting b

o hope you give her to me. I would hate to slash that beautiful throat of yours and Linda... in law," he hissed, the subtle threat hanging heavy in the air. Just as he

*

laughter of children always made me feel safe. I turned around, and there stood my mother, watching me play. She s

swings!" my friend exclaimed,

color. I accepted it with a smile, and the stranger pointed ahead. There, a tall man stood with a powerful aura. He

," I said, showing her the unique flower. "Where did yo

some man gav

my mother. She looked at me, attempting to compose herself, but I co

stranger had been, but to my greatest surprise, h

e rushed into the car. I wondered

oonlight seeped through my bedroom window, casting shadows that danced along the walls. T

ther's worried voice. It echoed through the quiet darkness, each word etched with

e," she declared, her word

" my dad's voice resonated, a cou

frustration painted her face as she exclaimed, "Then w

a nightmare for me. But if we run, he's going to come for us, and he's going to kill us. I can't let t

. I can't," she whispered

down my face. The room felt smaller, like a storm was coming. Even th

e. "I'm sorry, baby... don't cry about anything. Everything's fine, my mom said, attempting to

hing happen to yo

safe w