Nazmi sat beneath the light of the moon with her head cast upward toward the stars. It had been nearly two weeks since her return to the Red Moon, and the comfort she had started to feel in the place that had originally been her prison scared her.
In the time that she spent within the clutches of the cold-hearted Third Prince of Enkh, her original goals had become immaterial and intangible. Had she really spent her entire life hell-bent on getting revenge on people that she knew nothing about?
It was ironic that as soon as she had started to develop and wield the power that she had wanted so badly, her conviction started to waver. Had her father been right all along? Perhaps he had already known that she would discover the right path on her own… in fact, Nazmi decided that was definitely the case.
"I miss him," Nazmi whispered quietly. Her heart ached with an emptiness that she hadn't really felt before.
