The night sky was a deep purple, and the moon had begun to rise, casting its silvery light across the land. In a house, dishes were placed gently on a table, each one carrying a delicious-smelling meal. Candles flickered in the dim light, their shadows dancing across the walls. Three people sat at the table, each one with a plate of food before them.
Aurora sat at the table, her hand gripping a spoon so tightly that her knuckles were white. She stared at the food in front of her, but she couldn't bring herself to eat.
