The Abused Luna’s Comeback

Chapter 43: Austin’s Diary

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

[Edward’s P.O.V.]

I spent three hours in the study. But the first two and a half hours were fruitless. All the books looked normal. Just when I had given up and started paying attention to other details, I noticed the huge painting in front of me and discovered that it was actually a movable door.

Once I went through it, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and soon realized that I had entered a simply decorated room – there was only a desk, a chair, and an old desk lamp.

I opened the drawer of the desk and inside lay something that looked like a diary. When I opened it, I could feel the sound of my heart beating violently.

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July 15, 2004.

Today, our daughter was born. She is very cute. Her eyes are like Nancy’s while her nose and mouth are like mine. I named her Rory. Though I know that her name will mean others mistaking her for a boy, I named her so because I wanted her to be strong and brave. Nancy called her Rose for she wanted her daughter to be beautiful yet thorny in times of danger.

A week before Rory’s birth, a stranger had come to visit me and he said some strange things. Eventually, he was chased away by the guards because I couldn’t stand his nonsense.

But when Rory was born, I almost fainted because the stranger had accurately predicted the exact time of her birth, down to the last second. That was when I knew I had to see the man again.

Oh, great moon goddess, I only ask that you bless my daughter to grow up safely and healthily. I am willing to trade my life for it.

August 3, 2004.

The stranger’s words were true. I felt as if my heart had died. When I told Nancy what I knew, we hugged each other and cried. Oh, moon goddess, why are you doing this to my daughter?! She’s innocent!!!

August 6, 2004.

Nancy and I had an agreement. We would do everything we could to keep Rory safe, no matter the cost. Though my heart ached that her freedom will forever be restricted, there is no other way. She has to live.

I can only pray that there was some error in the stranger’s words.

January 12, 2006.

How time flies. My little princess can already walk by now. When she stumbled toward me, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

But we still kept up our efforts to protect Rory, even if they may hurt her! Gosh, does she have to be so careful all the time just because of something a stranger said? It isn’t fair.

I told Nancy that I wanted to just give up, that it must have all been a mistake, and that the stranger was wrong. But she adamantly disagreed. She said that if there was even a one-in-a-million chance that the stranger might be right, even in the slightest way, she will still stick with her decision.

September 3, 2010.

Rory is a really quick learner. She doesn’t have a problem with books and can read anything with gusto. She is also a natural dancer, like a cute little swan, which made Nancy and me very happy.

Because of that, we didn’t bother sending Rory to school, making it easier to keep her under our noses. It was all for her safety but I feel guilty that she will not have a wonderful childhood and friends her own age.

When I came back from Columbia, I told Nancy what I had learned – that our daughter needs to hide her wolf until she meets her true love. But I thought it was ridiculous, and I couldn’t bear the thought of putting her in the hands of another man. Still, it was enough to convince Nancy.

May 25, 2011.

Today, I criticized Rory over a small matter, which made her a little angry. When I went to her room to apologize, she greeted me with her back. Her anger had yet to subside and a piece of glass broke all of a sudden. Good gosh, what I was afraid of is happening.

I frantically tried to control her anger and quickly asked her how many times something like this had happened. She said this was the second time. The first time happened about a week ago when she had accidentally discovered that she felt like she could take something from the air.

When Nancy arrived, we warned Rory to control her emotions. Even if she was aware of her ability, she should never use it. I think we might have come on too strong because Rory cried bitterly but we didn’t have a choice. We have to be harsh for her sake.

My poor child is a Werewolf of Chaos. That is her fate.

July 15, 2013.

Today is Rory’s birthday, and she begged us early on to take her out to play. But we couldn’t take her anywhere too crowded, so Nancy and I decided to take her hiking.

I’ll never forget the moment Rory fell off the cliff. Nancy was screaming as I ran down the mountain like crazy only to find Rory standing in front of me unscathed.

I knelt on the ground and thanked God that my daughter hadn’t been hurt. Then, I asked Rory what happened but she was confused by my question. She simply said that she felt a force lift her body, which was how she was uninjured. But she started to feel very tired after.

Nancy and I speculated that it was because Rory had used up too much of her ability this time. How could we let such a terrible thing happen?! I wish I could go back in time, hold her hand tightly, and never let go! I blame myself for not being the one who fell!!

What happened today might have allowed the devil to find her faster. I can’t let Rory live with us anymore..