There was darkness before her mind. Always watching her from the shadows. She pleaded and begged for forgiveness. But the darkness was crude and beat down the plea.
It grabbed and ate until it was full.
The debt was reaching the highest. She wanted to flee. Away from the darkness. Away. Away.
Before she noticed, Luna found herself even deeper into the darkness. With no way to escape, she hid. She trained herself to be invisible.
That was the sum of her life. It was not an interesting story or a great one. Her story can be told by almost everyone in the underworld.
The green spirit nudged her from the side.
"Yes, great spirit." She turned her head and looked down. The spirit hovered around her and tried to communicate.
"I don't understand." She said with confusion.
The spirit moved and started writing down on the ground but even that didn't seem to get into her head. The spirit sighed in frustration.
Dealing with an idiot was hard.
