UNKNOWN POV

Leonardo had been a liar. He'd been pole-dancing in the ocean of delusion for as long as the mind could think up. But fortunately, his senses had returned.

This morning would forever hold a special place in his heart. He'd been doused with realization, such that he now looked at his past self (which was from yesterday downwards) and cringed. What was I talking about? The fallacy that he was a villain to the core. One that would unleash mayhem without an atom of regret, when in reality he was nothing more than an eighteen-year-old chicken.

I was a chicken. Really. I was. The moon goddess knew this...