MORIA
The sky is a deep, velvet shade of blanket blue threaded with little, glittering, diamond dots.
And it has only one moon.
It almost looks like my world.
Or the world that used to be mine.
But I barely notice.
There is a human term for the emotion rushing through me right now.
It’s called “pissed as f**k”
I am so angry that as I stomp down the path, my hands are shaking and my teeth are clanging together.
It could also be because of the freezing wind whispering through the trees, reaching down to wrap itself around my bare chest and causing the skin of my arms to pebble into little bumps.
But there is no doubt in my mind that I am mad.
I want to hit something, anything.
I haven’t been this angry since…since…
“You bloody brat. After all my daughter did for you?”
Since Ani
