Year: 1683
Ankles shackled with rought iron, trapped in a cobblestone room underground.
Deep cuts, lashes, dark bruises, and abrasions littering her skin like garbage at a landfill.
Her large grey eyes were weakened by the lack of light, besides a large candle on a rickety wooden table filled with torture devices, covered with her blood.
The little girl had short brown hair, which was ratty and unkempt, her nails chipped and broken from her struggles, dried blood forming crescent moons beneath them.
Her woolen dress had been much too small for her, as she had not recieved a new one since she was nearly three. The girl was about ten. Her linens did not warm her legs or arms, and as a result, frigid temperatures did not bother her.
You would take one look at this girl and think she would not amount to anything.
The poor girl was all skin and bones from barely being fed, only fear reflecting in her eyes at the horrid memories and scents of alcohol around her.
She barely knew how to do anything except struggle, cower, and try to hold back her screams. Otherwise, her punishments only grew more brutal.
You would never expect one of the greatest warriors of all time to amount from this terrified little girl.
But you would be dead wrong.
This is Gracie's story.
This is Half Moon's story.
But before we can start, we have to go all the way back to the night after she was born.
To the night where her sister, Octavia, was murdered.
A/N
The book will be a little boring and slow at first, but I promise the action and adventure is coming up soon! So please bear with me!
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Origins (Chapter 2)
AdventureHalf Moon is known as the greatest Alpha there ever was. But no one knows where she came from, and she never dares to reveal her past. But here is where all that changes. This is where she came from, how she became who she is today. This will rev...
