Introduction: The night the crescent moon fell,the sky burned red with fire and the howls of dying wolves echoed through the land.ash and blood stained the once proud castle,it banners torn,it's people slaughtered     Amidst the chaos a woman ran through the smoke filled woods, clutching a bundle to her chest a baby,her daughter,her last hope. Her hearth pounded as the sound of heavy shoes and snarling hounds drew closer You cannot escape me a voice called through the darkness,cold filled with vengeance. The hunterThe woman whispered a prayer to the moon goddess pressing a trembling kiss on her child's forehead "survive" she murmured "live" my little moon one day you will rise again,with the last of her strength she his the child among the roots of an ancient oak and turned to face her fate.By morning the crescent Moon kingdom was nothing more than a memoryAnd the lost princess forgotten by all,slept beneath the whispering trees waiting for the day she would be awaken __________...