The moon goddess

"Happiness is the one thing gods will never have," Daylen heard and turned around.

His eyes opened wide with shock as he glanced at the moon goddess standing behind him with two elders keeping guard behind her. She wore a sleeveless silver dress with the emblem of the moon on it. Her dress stretched to the ground.

Her silver hair was tied in a bun with silver circlets aligned in her hair in the shape of the moon. Her hands elapsed in front of her, holding herself with the grace and elegance of a goddess.

Her face held the most beautiful smile. Daylen rubbed his eyes wondering if he was daydreaming. It was unlike his mother to descend to earth from the moon palace. The moob goddess was taking her nap, having her stand right before him was a mere wish.

"I didn't keep you from love because I hate you, son. I was simply trying to protect you from the pain of love," the moon goddess uttered.

Daylen felt his cheeks wet with tears of happiness. In his heart, he had prayed to see her. To