Prologue

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The balcony looked extremely dark without the moonlight touching it, Endymion noted. He watched it from his bedroom. He frowned, trying to decide if it was even worth it to step outside. Without the light of the moon, he wouldn't be able to see anything but darkness anyways.

He turned away from the glass and walked back into the room and sat in a large chair in front of the fireplace. Leaning his hands on his knees, he stared into the flames, and his mind contemplated the choices he was being forced to make.

Turning his head slightly toward the balcony again, he figured that the lack of moonlight was probably being caused by himself. Rubbing his temples and then laying his head in his hands, he knew he had to make a decision and soon, if he ever wanted to see moonlight again.