33 — Goddess of the Moon

Malia

I can’t remember where I am, but the cold wind hitting my face scares me. I take a deep breath, jolting up, only to find myself in a huge garden full of flowers.

The sun is high in the sky, but the cold wind still makes me shiver a little and hug myself. Where am I?

I frown and stand up, looking around. “Hello?” I call, but get no response.

“Hello, Malia,” I hear the voice echoing, and I turn abruptly, searching for the owner. But nothing happens.

“Who are you?” I ask, frowning.

“It’s me, Malia,” the voice says behind me, and I turn, only to find a woman standing there.

She is beautiful. Thin face, full lips, small nose, and slightly slanted eyes. Her skin is pale, her eyes dark, and her black hair provides a striking contrast.

She wears a white dress that fits perfectly to her curves. Her hair falls over her like a tunic. The thin strap, seeming to be made of gemstones, extends along her arm, creating a braid. She is beautiful, I can’t stop repeating.

“Thank you,” she smiles.

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