"The red moon..." Feyra said, walking towards the little balcony. She looked outside, intrigued by its light.
Shiba went to her side, his smile not fading. "In the past... This phenomenon was truly a pain to deal with... Anyone around one can become a victim... Yet, even the ones affected by it were victims. It's been only a few years since the effects of the red moon stopped. I wonder how that came to being," he said, walking over to the bed and getting ready to sleep.
Origin... If my information are right she was the one to change that.
Feyra did the same, already being excited for the next day. She wanted to look at the various books the Capital of the Empire had to offer.
Outside the city, near the path to the North, a figure stood, gazing at the moon. Her face was full of blood, a black butterfly sitting on her shoulder.
