At the thought that what she had just experienced with her dearest mother was all a dream, tears began to drop and roll down Arya's cheeks as she hugged her knees.
"Mum. Please come back. I miss you…so much." She whispered, sorrow seeping deep into her bones.
A few minutes passed when her tears stopped.
She had always been like this. She'd shed a few tears but reality would always call her out of her misery. She didn't know if this gift was a blessing or a curse.
Raising her head to look out the window, Arya saw a big round moon in the sky and couldn't help but link it to the moon in her dreams as she hiccupped.
Her mother's words rang in her ears, 'The blessed goddess of Luna.'
What in the world was that?
A goddess?
Were the infatuated praises from her classmates getting into her head to the point that she had such a weird dream?
