As she sped past the trees, the memories flooded back into her head. She was reminded of the pain that flooded her body as the sword pierced her heart- no, the moon goddess's heart. It had felt like a thousand blades plunging into the very depth of her soul, pushing it to break again and again as if it was continuously hacking at her very being with its sharp ends.
On that day, she had it happen so that her Sargon, her beloved Sol, didn't have to bend to a demon's commands. After all, if the sun were to bow before darkness, the whole universe would be doomed. And now, the man had followed her to the earth, not letting her soul rest even after all this time.