Luna's Pov

Then I stepped forward, taking the knife from Elaine. “Here goes nothing.” I whispered, slicing down on my palm.

The sharp sting of the knife did nothing to me. It only reminded me of the countless times I'd been hurt by handling the bow and other items too much.

My blood dripped from my hand, thick and red, onto the roots of the bloodthirsty tree, and just after a few drops had landed, fruits began to fall.

Apples fell from the mighty tree, and we had to step back ...