THE SOFT BREEZE rocking the landscape to a gentle rhythm further enhanced by rays of tantalizing moonlight, comfortably out of reach of distant clouds carrying a thunderous storm, offered a gentle respite to any weary traveler in need of a break. The empty stalls or beneath the old oak trees would offer them a place to stay, just in case the rain stayed longer than it should be. The moonlight reached just about everywhere, except the one empty remains inside my heart, plucking the joy out of it.
The dinner hall was quiet. Too quiet for my beating heart despite the hollowness inside. It reminded me of those cold nights in the streets, praying to whatever Moon Goddess was up there to give me comfort because the loneliness was too much to take. Things were going pretty mild until the doors l
