He walked towards her and stood in front of the portrait.
"Anger and hatred."
Luna looked at him.
"My father only has one sister, Christina Hester Blakewell. She is Christopher's mother."
Luna remembered the portrait she saw when she first visited Christopher for her weapon. She had wondered why she had not seen her but brushed it off thinking that it was not her business.
"She died before I even turned ten. A vacation that turned to tragedy because of my ability. I was training but they deemed me still weak, in the end, they died protecting me because those bandits came prepared. The knights and my uncle were unmatched."
He smiled bitterly, "It was after watching them die and knowing that it was only Christopher and I left, my hatred and anger consumed me, especially with the thought that they might even kill Christopher. I just exploded and killed them all."
