Artemis Pov

I walked into my mothers room. It was plain and vague like a Luna didn't inhabit the walls of this room. Mother always appeared calm and elegant, she wore dresses of the finest handmade. Pure and elegant. But the room I stood in now was dimly lit with no life of any kind associated with it.

Drawing the curtain open, the moonlight was the only thing casting its crescent light into the room, eluding the aura my mother was known to carry. It was my second night here. Her room as it ...