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I decided to do another Lunar segment about Winter, the wonderful, slightly loony princess of Luna. We all know that Levana disfigured the poor girl's face when she thought her glamour would be prettier than hers and she ended up being driven insane. I thought it would be interesting to write about Levana's punishment towards Winter, in Winter POV.

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~InfernoAlive

Fatal Sin

My childhood is one of the best memories I own, an innocent pastime I now missed with an ache in my heart. Luna was a great adventure, filled with glorious people and limitless exploring that made my heart stutter. I'd come into this world with a heart big enough to hold in it all the love I felt every day, and a determined streak of curiosity that got the best of me most of the time. I know it had got the best of me then.

I didn't want to think about that now. Or ever.

I wanted to think about my life as a child, cherishing those moments because they were the only precious ones left. The only thing that helped me cling to sanity. I grew up along with the other children of Luna, and we thrived together on the surface of the moon and its crystallized city. I didn't remember my old friends now, most of them were hazy shadows lurking in the back of my mind, if that. But the Lunar shells held a special place up in this crazy head of mine.

Shells were considered a disgrace to any Lunar family, and I remembered my cousin having a daughter and it being a Shell. She'd been heartbroken, crying for days after the Lunar Operatives took her baby away. That was probably the first time I started to doubt the rule of Lunar. When I started to have forbidden thoughts and opinions of my own.

I grew into adolescence with beauty and grace, beloved by the people of Luna, as one of their own. Rumours were started to snake through the tapestry of innocence then: news about Earth, the mysterious planet not too far away from Luna. I was intrigued by it and would ask my aunt countless questions about this world surrounded by land and sea. My aunt, Queen Levana.

Even now, her name still sent a shiver down my spine and I could feel the darkness descend, slowly… unbearably… No. No, don't come near me… what are you doing… stop! STOP! Silence…

It was about then that the question of my glamour had come to the surface. My Glamour, auntie. People say it will be beautiful, the prettiest one of all time… what's the matter, auntie Levana? Are you upset? … Why do you look so angry…? Stupid, stupid.

A Lunar's glamour was the illusion part of their appearance, part of our motto: Appearances can be deceiving.

My gift had grown stronger as the years had gone on, and people had started to notice. They praised me for when I did things right and encouraged me when I did things wrong. And my aunt had sat in her crystal throne, seemingly proud of her niece as much as everyone else, her hands clasped neatly in her lap.

Her hands coming closer towards me… Auntie Levana, what are you doing? … Burning, hot agony across one half of my face … Why does my face hurt, Auntie? Stop… stop it… it hurts… I can't… STOP IT!

Then on my birthday, Levana had invited me to her chambers, saying she had a special gift for me, a present from her to me to celebrate my birth. And my future.

Searing… pain… make it stop, I beg you … what kind of present is this? … Not a present, my dear Winter but a lesson. Never challenge me again, do you understand?

I walked out of that room, changed forever, as I had witnessed the true face of Queen of Luna put to the test. For daring to accomplish a beauty far lusher than hers, she'd ruined half of my face as punishment. A permanent reminder. A fatal sin.

I vowed never to use my Lunar gift again, to keep my glamour beneath the skin, to make the mind tricks never to taunt anybody is except me. I was scarred for life, and of all days it had to be my birthday. A day that was supposed to be the most memorable occasion of the year for me, a keepsake that I would reflect back on with happy thoughts of reminiscence.

Huh, it had been memorable, that was for sure. A never-ending nightmare branded into my brain that would haunt me until I died. And her bone-chilling words after the horrible ordeal, so ordinary that it was horrific.

You are dismissed Winter. Have a nice birthday, won't you darling? And her ice-cold smile as she watched me, her eyes on me until the door shut between us. I didn't know what to do anymore, and my mind didn't know either. Hellish thoughts started to come into my head, and sinister visions that made my heart wrench painfully.

Everywhere I walked, the floor was covered in blood, and though I tried to avoid it, I ended leaving footprints, the evidence almost a threat. They would come for me, I thought frantically, once they realised I knew. I needed to keep quiet. Quiet… quiet like a mouse… squeak. Oh, ever so quiet…

They would never find out, I kept telling myself passionately, even though I wasn't quite sure who 'they' was. Because I would keep their secret and in return, they would keep mine.

That once the blood finally stopped flowing, I would kill Levana myself. Only time stopped me now. A clock ticking until it was time… hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock…

Shadows descending as she hovered over me… Don't hurt me, Auntie Levana. Please.

What have I done to deserve this?