In a remote mountain stands a lone log cabin. And in that cabin lives a young girl, well not too young. Luna, the bat-wolf hybrid, is 16 years old now. On a brisk Winter day, she stares out of her frost covered window and begins to doze off. Her thoughts race back to something she's tried countless times to block, but it never goes away. At a young age her parents were murdered right in front of her own eyes. She was helpless as she watched a demon from the infamous Darkstar Clan tear them to shreds with just his bare hands. Watching in horror, she desperately wanted to help, but what could she have done? She was only a child.
She could only cower in the corner of her living room as she watched her parents get assassinated. She was backed up against the cold brick wall. Her back scraped against the stone as she tried to back away even further - with no luck, of course. The fireplace was burning next to her and she could feel the heat against her skin mixed with the feverish feeling she had running all throughout her body. Pieces of her parents were flying everywhere. She specifically remembered the sight of her mother's ear gliding across the room. Her eyes widened as she recognized the body part. A sick feeling began to stir in the pit of her stomach as if she was hit right in her core by a bowling ball. Her mother was wearing the earrings that Luna had made her. They didn't look like anything special and were somewhat poorly made, but her mother always insisted upon wearing them.
This thought brought Luna back into reality. She became conscious of surroundings once more. She was still mindlessly staring through the window. Snowflakes were now falling from the sky at a steady pace and she watched as they delicately hit the ground beneath her and stuck to the earth around her cabin. She sighed. Today marks the eleventh anniversary of her parents' deaths. The snow was nothing but a sullen reminder of what she once had. Pushing off the windowsill with her arms, she turned around and headed to the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she began boiling a pot of water and preparing pasta noodles.
She's just trying to find anything else to think of; something besides the tragic loss of her parents. She didn't want to continue recalling the events of that day. She didn't want to think about what happened next. She didn't want to think about the demon who brutally killed her parents. Of course, it was hard to do just that due to him never actually leaving her.
