" when sufferings are mixed, when the pair is mated. They individually will create a havoc, but when together any war can be won. When they mate unexpected takes place. Will the war between son and moon end in peace or it will remain for further centuries. "
The silver haired witch, face blank with her translucent skin sat on her majestic chair didn't know herself that the prophecy she just made was pure threat to the world.
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The blonde women in mid twenties ran for her life looking behind her every few second carrying the one year old toddler in her arms a pained and worried expression on her face with blooding from her open wounded waist where silver knife with wolfbane coated on it was still intact to her tanned skin. As she ran as fast as she could not for her life but for the life of her little girl. While her husband was probably dead now in her ruined house . She took the blanket placing a small peck to the little girls forhead mumbling a small take care in her sweet soft voice placing her on the door step of someone she knew so well will take care of her with or without any relation , with her pure heart.
The toddler lay asleep not knowing what all has already been caused and what more was to come