Luna was only a one-year-old toddler, and you loved her dearly.

One day, while you were preparing Luna’s food, you returned to find her chair empty and the door wide open.

Your heart raced as you ran outside and spotted a narrow trail leading into the forest. Without thinking, you followed it.

At the end of the path stood a harpy.

There, you saw little Luna taking her very first steps, gently patting the harpy’s head as he closed his eyes in quiet submission.