Luna's heart raced in her chest like a herd of wild horses, her thoughts galloping frantically. She had been haunted by her father's tale of Vlad, the infamous uncle of Damian, since he revealed the grisly truth to her.
The mere mention of his name had unleashed a tempest of emotions within her - fear, anger, and confusion all jostling for dominance in her mind.
As the day wore on, Luna could feel the weight of Vlad's dark legacy bearing down on her like a suffocating blanket. She could scarcely concentrate on anything else, her mind consumed by the haunting question:
'Did he really massacre my dad's village or is he mistaken?' The doubt gnawed at her like a persistent ache, refusing to be silenced.
