Luna frowned at the words of the fading message, “You are our last hope.” They were counting on her, the perpetual failure? She did not think she could do this; she could never live up to the hero they wanted: someone brave and powerful. She was just the freaky outcast.
A small hope flared within Luna as she grimly smiled. There was a possibility that she could be something more. Luna had been dreaming for a chance like this for a long time. After all, she might not be the hero they wanted; she could be the hero they needed.
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