Luna and the underworld

Previously

…A new determination settled within her, hardening the shaky exhilaration of her earlier escape. She wouldn't just survive; she would find this artifact. She would face whatever guardian stood in her way. She had to. The thought of home, of her parents, of her own bed, was a beacon in the oppressive darkness. Clutching the shard of rock, Luna turned, her gaze fixed on the seemingly empty cavern. The whisper had spoken of an ancient flame, of a guardian who slept. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with unknown dangers, but for the first time since falling into this nightmare, Luna felt a flicker of true purpose. She would not be a victim of the Underworld. She would be its conqueror.