Luna dreams of indistinct figures in a dark cell, of starving and blood and being tortured for amusement. She dreams of green lights and classmates falling dead by her feet and empty eyes staring at her accusingly. But most of all, she dreams of black curls lying among the broken stones of a castle she grew up in.

Luna dreams of horrors that change every night, but she always wakes to soft kisses and a gentle voice reminding her that they aren't her reality.

The war left its scars, but Padma reminds her that not all of them were bad.


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