Her hateful father was sent flying by the knee, rolling on the ground far into the distance. As her brother landed on the ground, the two locked gazes. Tears fell from her eyes as Luna saw the little brother she always watched from her window, having changed so much.
"I'm sorry for being late to do that," said Dorian as he crouched on the ground, patting her hair with sadness. "I have not been a good brother, but now I know how much you have suffered because of him. I will protect you from now on."
Luna could not stop crying, as she saw her mother's kindness in his eyes. Dorian seemed different: more mature, calm, and aged. His hair has turned gray, but his muscles were brimming with strength. As for his eyes, honey-brown color like her mother, they showed nothing but kindness toward her.