Seventy Four

Ruth's POV

I sat in stunned silence, trying to wrap my head around Apollo's words. The last living heir of the moon goddess? It sounded like a myth, a legend. But deep down, I knew it was true.

Apollo's eyes burned with intensity as he continued to explain. "The moon goddess was a powerful deity, worshiped by ancient civilizations. She was said to have control over the cycles of nature, the tides, and the phases of the moon."

I listened, entranced, as Apollo spoke of the goddess's power. I could feel it inside me, stirring, awakening.

"But what happened to her?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Apollo's expression turned somber. "She was betrayed, killed by her own brother. And with her death, the ancient magic was lost."

I felt a pang of sorrow, of loss. But Apollo's next words sparked a flame of determination within me.

"But you, Ruth, can bring it back. You have the power to restore the ancient magic, to bring back the cycles of nature, to control the tides and the phases