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A/N: For the Fall of the Roman Empire challenge. The challenge name has nothing to do with the story, trust me.
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It started innocently enough, as everything did for Luna. One day she lived a charmed life, the only child of two devoted parents, and the next it was shattered. Her mother was dead, her father more distant than ever, and her house full of white flowers. She did the only thing a nine-year-old girl COULD do and retreated into her own little world.
In the next two years, the way other people saw her changed. She was no longer described with general terms like 'sweet' and 'charming'; those had been replaced with 'odd' and 'escapist'. Uncertain what to make of these things, she went deeper into her daydreams, occasionally believing their events were real.
Then, three months after her eleventh birthday, she was shipped off to school. Without trying, she gained a reputation for being a little peculiar at times, and her classmates didn't seem to like her. In response, she became somewhat scared of the life she had been given and the world around her. As usual, no one knew what to make of her.
The years passed in an endless blur. She kept her reputation for slight insanity, although she gained several loyal friends who tried to stop it. She still feared life, still fell into daydreams at times, still wondered why it was that she was always alone. In it all, she never once considered that maybe it was her fault.
