Luna: Yes Pappa
Elatha: I… I have done something terrible
Luna: What is it?
Elatha: My brother, the King, ordered me to take in a witch, but in my attempt to do so I used too much force. With her dying breath, she cursed not me, but you my young one.
Luna: Pappa..?
Elatha: Promise me something.
Luna: Anything pappa
Elatha: It is a lot for me to ask, when it is my fault you have this curse now, but until it is broken, do not have children. I don’t want anymore innocents to be inflicted because of me.
Luna: How do we break this curse then?
Elatha: The witch must break it herself. I will find a way to do that, don’t worry yourself. Promise me, that you will not let anyone else be cursed because of my mistake.
Luna: I promise pappa!