Feeling the walls she'd learnt to build around herself finally groan for the last time, the Luna gave in to the call of the wild.
She'd been offered help many times before and all those attempts had been eating away at her resolve. This time, she wasn't able to do anything without any help. It almost felt like fate was playing a cruel trick on her.
For a long time, she wanted to scream in frustration each time she found that she was only getting weaker, but that could only last so long. Now she was surrounded by creatures that had ventured into places alien to their habitats for the sole purpose of helping her.
Her resistance crumbled at last and she gave in, speaking of everything that had plagued her mind. She spoke of the escaped prisoners that threatened the king's coronation and the victims she'd managed to save.