Heather’s POV

I sat down unable to do anything as the thought of the discussion I had with the grand Luna kept on swirling in my head and not just that I couldn't stop thinking about the letter my father had sent to me also.

The conversation I had with the grand Luna consumed me no matter how I try to forget it. The irony of it all was cruel. A day meant for celebration, for life, was the day designated for mourning another people. I stared out the window of my room.

I decided not to ...