Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 170

Dylan POV

I cried, I completely and utterly sobbed to myself as I lay on the grass. The sun blurred down on my curled and the slight breeze that was in the air, wafted over my body effortlessly.

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I was still wearing my bloodied clothes along with the random T–shirt I was given when I arrived, I genuinely had no idea who it belonged too, but I did know it was large and comfortable, anything that wasn’t made out of that scratchy brown material my pants were made out of, basically felt like silk.

It was a particularly beautiful day, which usually would bring a smile and joy to someone’s face instantly, but for me, just reminded me what I had been kept from while I was locked in the palace.

Now though, I was out, I had managed to get away from the king and his constant torture, still I had genuinely never felt so disconnected and so isolated from society.

it

on doing with me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I didn’t know a goddamn thing. I had no idea what Josh was doing back in my district, I didn’t

top of everything else that was going on in my head, I really couldn’t understand why people still called me the queen when I made damn sure I wasn’t tied to the king by anything. Not to mention that every single time I would be addressed as queen, or her grace, I would feel all the more isolated from everyday life, and from all the people. One would usually assume that my blatant rejection of

situation and the longer I stayed shouting and crying by the lake the more I was becoming enveloped by my misery. I had no clue how I was supposed to get on with life as if nothing had. happened. I wasn’t strong enough to just get up and accept everything anymore, not when my mind was trying to block out everything I had been through in the last few months. So, yeah I may have looked completely crazy, but I didn’t care as I screamed at the world I was

“Get up!” However, the sound of those words a third time did make

slightly leaning on my hands as I frantically looked around wiping my eyes in both terror and fascination. Whatever that was, made one specific thing very

dripped down from my now puffy eyes and rested on my red cheeks. “Is someone there?” I knew I wouldn’t get an answer, I knew everything I had seen or

I continued to cry,

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my breathing back to normal as now the only thing occupying my

the first time I had seen a light like that then I wouldn’t be so freaked out, but I had in

some kind? Could I have conjured up in my crumbling mind an imaginary yet mysterious light that only ever appeared when I was truly on the brink of collapse?

were a part of reality also? I had never really believed in things like that before, but the only other logical explanation that could elucidate the situation would be that