Saul staggered slightly, his eyes growing with immense shock and fear.
It couldn't be.
No, it could not.
The last goddess, daughter of the moon goddess, was long gone. There was no way she was back.
He blinked, looking at her again to be certain he had not mistaken what he had seen, but the white hair sprawled all over her like a blanket.
The light emanating from it was enough to tell him; she was the daughter of the goddess, the one who had lived long ago, the one whose birth was a curse and who both supernatural beings and humans had hunted to kill.
"No!" he gasped, now getting the image of her face in his head. Oh, how could he have missed it?
There was the resemblance in those ocean eyes and the calmness of her face. What differentiated her was the color of her hair. Perhaps that was why he had not noticed that she was the one.
