Chapter Twelve.

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Ruby's POV

After I sink down I'm in a room. It looks exactly like my old room, when I lived with my adoptive family.

But then it changed to another room

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But then it changed to another room. It's my old room from when I was with the pack.

Then it turns to my dream bed room

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Then it turns to my dream bed room.

I walk around the red and black room

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I walk around the red and black room. I find a TV and turn it on. I watch a few movies like Grease, Lightning Thief, and Brave. I get up after I get bored and open the door and see a oak tree in front of the now open door. Around it is white nothingness. It's a void. I float to the door slightly suspicious. I open the door. It looks like a cave mixed with a castle. There's two figures waiting for me. One is a man the other is a woman. The woman seems familiar.

"Lucy? How long was I out?" I ask freaked out.

"Only an hour, but this is my true form. You see, my soul is one of the oldest in the universe. Kai, is my soul mate."

"Wait, you're not the moon goddess, right?" I ask.

"No, I'm the keeper of light. I need to thank you though." Lucy laughs. I look at her shocked.

"For what?" I question her.

"You taught me how to be strong in your realm. You taught me how to be a strong, brave, witty woman. When I needed help, you were the one there. You're like a mother to me. I've had thousands of lives, but I always had to be protected. I always ran away. I was never truly loved by anyone. Then you came around. All my mothers in the past hated me, but you were the first to love the real me. You're like a mother to me." Lucy sods tackling me in a hug, I comfort her by stroking her hair like I used to.

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