I Am The Luna

54. An Afternoon of Preparations or I Am The Luna Chapter 132 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

I stare out at the passing streetlights as I make my way to the safe house, one of the few places that remained untouched after the final battle.

How am I supposed to feel after living life hurdle after hurdle, heartbreak after heartbreak? It feels surreal, even with the weeks having gone by…

But although the threat is over, it’s been replaced with other obstacles and the reminder of our losses remains, like an open wound healing slowly.

I close my eyes, reminiscing on the moment that Sebastian had turned to Zion and asked if we could bring Jai back…

(FLASHBACK)

“Son… Uncle Jai is hurt, let’s heal him as we did Sia,” Sebastian says as he kneels in front of Zion, who looks up at me before turning to Jai’s body.

“But… Daddy… Uncle Jai isn’t hurt… he’s gone.” Zion says, his eyes sparkling with tears as he hangs his head. “I’m sorry.”

Sebastian looks broken as he shakes his head and pulls Zion into his arms. “No, son, I’m sorry for asking.”

“I didn’t know… but I can undo the pain .” he whispers, looking at his Dad.

I frown as I hurry over and kneel beside him. “What do you mean, Zion?”

“I can undo all the pain, then no one has to remember this,” he says, spreading his arms. “Only me.” The smile that follows breaks my heart.

“No, my love, we won’t forget what happened because everything that has happened is a lesson that we all needed to learn. Even if it was the hard way.” I respond, cupping his cheeks and knowing that I will stand by that.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

It was a decision that not everyone agreed on at first… Valerie had asked if time was reversed, what would happen to Jai, to which Zion had sadly shaken his head and said uncle would have had to go home to the goddess, anyway. But it would be a different way.

Aran had asked that if that was possible, how would the ones who had committed crimes be punished, to which my little brave hero had replied that they would be punished and that the goddess would make it make sense!

It was enough. He was a child who was saying he had the gift to make people forget, but it could also be a curse… I don’t want anyone to ever learn of his ability. I want him to live the life he deserves, just like any other child. He does not deserve the weight on his tiny shoulders until he is old enough to carry it.

“We’re home Alpha.” My new driver, Simon, says as he parks up and walks around to open the door.

my hand naturally going to my stomach for a moment before I walk

one remembers, or no one cares about, however, I thought it was the perfect excuse for everyone to gather and perhaps make amends.

Aran were friends-now without their manipulative wives in their lives, perhaps that is something they can work

so grateful that he has been making an effort with

some happiness around

head to the kitchen, ready to prepare

are my little helpers?” I ask, planting my hands on my hips, and glancing around.

bursting into giggles. Sia is even more hyper than Zion, just proving how much her

surprise as I step

scared you Mommy,

I rummage in one of the grocery bags and pull out a few

with excitement, hurrying over and grabbing

balloons…” Zion says

them all!” Sia says. “I can huff and puff like a

My little angel.

blow these

we don’t know how to tie the balloons,” Zion says,

him out of the kitchen.” I say. That man

their arms, and

need to do, and what I have to do, but I can’t deny that facing it won’t

hands and get down

many challenges, but the normalcy of

my children, send them to school, be here when they arrive home, cook

ready to be there for when she’s able to move on, go out with her, be silly, maybe spa nights, or

be himself instead of being

help Aran and Sebastian mend the broken bridge between them, to

to see everyone around

ready for it

one step, and one

my reflection. I’ve applied some makeup tonight, a touch of glitter on my eyes and some gloss on my lips. I’ve

the last time I’ve just been able to take a moment to relax and get dressed up. Doing something so

after me and almost bump into Valerie. She’s wearing a dusky cerise-coloured dress, like myself, it’s the first time she’s stepped

stare at one another before I hug her

look beautiful.” I compliment

beautiful Val… you will

tonight,” she teases,

no attempt to mask his emotions and I’m very aware of the way he’s