MIRA'S POV

Mother and Father were having one last conversation before we left. I wasn't interested in being in the middle of their lovey-dovey looks to each other, so I left, wandering around the castle. 

This was the home I grew up in. The only home I knew. And now, I was leaving. 

I knew I didn't have to leave, but I also didn't feel like there was much left for me in Blackthorn. 

I felt...empty. 

And I was. Literally. When the priestesses of the Moon Goddess took Zaram away from me, I knew they were doing it for my good as well as hers, but it had still hurt. ...