The moon goddess paced around the room of mirrors in the silver palace.
The world had turned upside down, literally and she could find no one to blame but herself. She had miscalculated and took a leap of faith in her belief and it came back to bite her.
Athea realised that she had been wrong about which hand of fate was meant to rewrite the destinies of everyone. The one who star shone brighter than that of a god, who's fate affects the general population.
In the past, her seers and elders made a prediction and that person turned out to be Nathaniel but she received a loud wake up call from the universe. When the balance of nature was tipped. The scales uneven as the supernatural creatures were being wiped off the surface of the world.
As though nature was mourning the death of it's true king. The moon was losing its strength, the magic from the earth deteriorating greatly. Nature was wounded and it was her fault.
