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Falling. When was the last time Luna felt like she was in free fall and couldn’t stop? When she drowned? Or when she almost died in the Underground? No. Never. This feeling was entirely new and entirely [i]wrong[/i].

Luna jolted awake and sighed heavily. Dreaming. It was only a dream. Luna rubbed her eyes and looked up at the canvas. She rolled over and reached out for the warm body that should be next to her. Wait. Canvas? Luna opened her eyes back up and saw someone else in the room. Someone she didn’t know.

[color=#556B2F]”Who the bloody hell are you?”[/color] Luna reached for her sword and came up empty. Wait, what? As the panic started to set in, memories slowly returned to Luna.

An army, Saturnyne yelling at her before stripping Luna of her birthright. The fear on her daughters’ faces, the determination on her wife’s, even though she was crying. And then falling. Endless falling.

[color=#556B2F]”Fucking hell.”[/color] Luna groaned, head in her hands, before she pushed herself off the cot and stumbled forward. She felt weak, disoriented, and nauseous.