The susurrus of the river granted Luna peace of mind. She leaned back against the black oak tree that had once served as a shield against her father’s wrath and dug her nails into the dirt. A smile emerged as a wave of calm washed over her. Nature hadn’t left her yet.
Charity
Ten years on the streets took their toll. The scars marking her arms told a story to the passersby who shook their heads before dropping spare change at her feet and walking away. They didn’t notice Luna’s lithe fingers in their pockets. She would eat well tonight.
Rebirth
His azure pools enraptured her senses. Her pain forgotten for the moment, she grasped his hand and whispered her last request as her handmaidens rushed to mop up the pool of blood between her legs.
He granted her a fatal kiss as her son took his first breath.
Memories
The moon shined a beatific light upon the cabin. Luna took a breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of the flowers her mother planted years ago. There were more than flowers in the garden now, but she was relieved at least one thing hadn’t changed.
The wolf was home at last.
Choices
It wasn’t enough the tests were positive. The risks outweighed the benefits, evidenced by the bloodied man pounding on the cell door below. No, reaching the zenith of her career meant doing the unthinkable.
She pressed the button on the intercom. “Bring me the child.”
Rivalry
Lydia crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “Has your life been a maelstrom of bad decisions since you left?”
Luna shrugged, taking a long drag off her cigarette. “Maybe.”
“Regret it?”
“No fucking way.”
Homecoming
“Never thought I’d miss the deafening cadence of cicadas until I spent my first night in a big city.”
“That all you missed, Lune-bug?”
She flashed a smile at him. “Yes, I missed your annoying ass too. But mostly the cicadas.”
Whispers
Victory was declared long before the enemy drew his final breath.
But the dead still whispered in her ear.
Struggle [Drabble]
Calm down.
That was easier said than done. Her father loved to remind her she inherited his temper along with his dark brown eyes and hair. She smiled at the thought; her first smile in ages. It was enough to slow her racing heart, though it did little to ease the tension that gripped the back of her neck like a vice.
It was starting.
Goddamnit, not here. Not in the dingy parking lot of the sleaziest fucking bar in the country.
Fists clenched at her sides, Luna tried to breathe.
Remember her. Just her.
And then, it was over.
Catalyst [Drabble]
His final words rested in a pile of ash at her feet.
She ached to purge every remnant of his existence from the world, but her heart wouldn’t allow it. He saw to that when he placed the letter atop the very jewelry box he gave her more than two centuries ago.
The scream which so longed to come forth died in her throat the moment she reached the top of the hill.
The bloody tears which stained her cheeks mere hours ago did not deign to trouble her as she removed her necklace.
Her world would end in fire.
The Scribe of Goths 