Luna dashes towards Lucian with her sword.
'If I don't fight, I'm going to die.' The words echo repeatedly in Luna's head as she strikes her blade against Lucian. Memory of what had happened in the last few days was fuzzy; she remembered calling Wisteria "Mother" and acting like a fool in front of her. What made Luna cringe at her memory even more was when she saw Lucian as a brother. It didn't make sense to her.
Some of Luna's memories were missing; whenever she tried remembering more than the magic that had held her captive could allow, she ended up with a splitting headache.
"Put down your sword," Lucian said to Luna. He had no intention of fighting against her, regardless of Wisteria's words.
"No." Luna swung her blade to the side, targeting Lucian's abdomen. It hasn't been up to an hour since she had been free from Wisteria's spell. Luna felt confused; the only thing she knew was that she didn't want to die.
