Page 93 of Lunar Desires
They’re gone. My darling boys. They’re gone and I must go.
But first, I want to give them something.
If you are reading this, my dear sons, please turn the page.
Tears burned in my eyes. This really hurt, sorrow raking talons across my being.
Mum…
This is my mum.
Shaking with trepidation and sadness, I turned the page.
Dearest Isaac, Riley, and Preston,
I’m sorry I couldn’t be a mother to you. Truly, I don’t deserve you. But know that I love you more than I can say in these pages.
However, I can share a valuable lesson with you to guide your journey with sacred magic.
The Aurora blood is a potent weapon. A gift and a curse. If you’re not careful, it can consume you in arrogance, in rage. Both even. There will be a darkness within you, even though you are bathed in blessings from the goddess.
But know this is Hecate’s will. You are chosen for a reason. She understands the responsibility she’s placed on our family, and she wants us to embrace it. To understand we are strong. We can be our best selves if we allow ourselves to be. She doesn’t wantyou to lose yourself, but she also understands the fragilities of the human heart.
A contradiction, isn’t it?
An inner darkness does not mean you’re evil. It’s a fuel for a great fire. Embrace it, wield it as a weapon. It shouldn’t consume, but enhance your power. Be at one with it. I’ve struggled with it myself over the years, and you will too.
Be strong. Be resilient. Repurpose any arrogance into confidence, yet never be cocky. This only leads to disaster.
And rely on each other. Never lose sight of your bond. It’s the most important lesson I can give you. You’re individuals, yet also one great power. Always remember that.
I wish I’d received some of this wisdom from my mother back then. Maybe things would be different. But it’s over now.
I hope these words help.
Be better than we were.
Goodbye, my darlings.
I’m so sorry for everything.
I’m so sorry for being so weak.
With all my love from here into the next life,
Your Adoring Mother,
Juliet Aurora
Silent tears rolled free, mourning a woman I never knew, and a stolen life.
A kernel of anger joined my sadness. For Hecate allowing this to happen. What purpose did it serve to tear my family apart? And I knew families around the world were constantlytorn apart in awful circumstances, which only brought on a stab of guilt to temper my inner complaining.
How dare I whine when so many had it super bad? But at the same time, this wasn’t fair. We could’ve been a family. We could’ve been?—
No. Not this. Never this. What was done was done. I wouldn’t allow my soul to sour on top of everything else. I couldn’t rot in anger and darkness. I just couldn’t be that person.
I closed the diary, letting out a heavy sigh as Juliet’s words sank in.
