Memories buried deep in her mind resurfaced.
She remembered the first night she dreamed of this nightmare.
She was a young child back then, much younger than her new student.
She had just lost her parents to the monsters of the red moon. She was mourning, so she thought it was merely a bad dream.
Her mother had sheltered her from the monsters when they invaded the city, and her father had fought at the frontlines with the people who saved their city.
Back then, losing your parents was a terrible but common experience. The people of the city mourned for the loss of their parents; together with them and the orphans would find new families among the grieving.
She did not have anyone, though. She was the child of a soldier who fought to save the public, she was the child of a mother who died saving many others— a mage.
