Flora’s P.O.V
The winds howled through the walls of the tower; the sky a dark, dark black with the full moon the only source of illumination.
Any other day, I would’ve admired the moon. Would’ve praised how it blanketed the world in silver, spreading its tendrils to every corner of the planet…seeping into the waters of the lake.
But now, after what I had learned today…everything seemed to be falling apart. The moon no longer looked beautiful; rather, it felt ominous. In fact, it seemed to swallow all other stars in its vicinity tonight, like a giant black hole ready to suck in anything around it.
I rested my hand on one of the pillars in the tower balcony trying to piece together what I knew and what I learned.
Blood sacrifices…the true meaning of the Blood Moon Ceremony. And not just
