"You almost were one," Luna ominously said. Her head turned towards us and her eyes were again glazed over. She shook her head violently and her silver eyes returned to a more normal state. It was troubling just how often her power was acting up in this conversation. I could tell she was bothered by it, yet she hasn’t come to me. It seemed that she knew I was thinking about her as her eyes met mine. She shook her head, indicating she didn’t want me to interfere. When my eyes remained on her, she turned her attention towards the back of the castle. Her words on the other hand felt like a gut punch. Would I have become the evil tyrant that history portrayed me as if my parents died?