Young Luna (origional story)

ch1 eye in the pickle jar

The old portrait was not so new. But, with the abuse it received on a regular basis, half of it was almost all new canvas due to it being used as a target for knife throwing practice. The canvas portrayed a family, A mother, a father, their two children, and their maid. While this would be considered odd to some but this maid had been crucial when raising their oldest. The mother had struggled with health. She barely lived long enough to bear a second child. 

So there Luna stood on the side of the portrait the silver sheep of the family. Her father had married the maid, and her brother was the only one who didn't hate her. Luna's stepmother was expecting their fathers' third child. Her father had long resented her for being the death of her mother. Her birth had left her too weak to live much longer after four years. 

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Sol had been training in the garden for the past two hours to avoid the screaming match between his father and Luna, he was used to the yelling but, lunas affinity for throwing knives had caused their fights to become increasingly more violent as of late. His father had hit her several times, and she had tried to murder him several times. He tried not to interfere in their fights, he was the only one who his dad would even listen to. That's not to say he ever changed, but it would give Luna some time to calm down. This time she was pissed because their stepmother was having a baby. Sol had given up a long time ago when it came to hoping for a functional family. He heard the front door slam knowing Luna had left. The window closest to him open. He winced, expecting to get an ear full. 

“Get your ass in here. I need to brief you,”

Phineas's voice was surprisingly calm. Suspicious, so. He casually made his way into the house to his father's study. He knocked on the door three times before heading in. glaring down at a stack of papers, Phineas waited two minutes before acknowledging his son. 

“Officials from the capital are coming here tomorrow for the summer. I expect that you will make sure Luna will make herself scarce.”  

He knew that his father would not tell him why. “Who?” His father froze for a moment weighing the options carefully, “Prince Lucifer, Prince Damon, Princesses Annet, and Prince Michael.” 

“Father, I understand it’s none of my business what you do when you leave, but why are four of the most powerful fae in the capital coming to this piece of shit town? What have you done?” Sol was getting desperate, was it war? Treason? Riches? All of the above?

His father just looked at him showing no emotion tapping his fingers on the desk, “if this visit goes well I will tell you,” 

He leaned into his chair, still making eye contact, and crossed his arms, “I don’t want luna on-premises from dawn till an hour after dusk.”

Sol had clearly been dismissed. He left his father’s study and grabbed his weapons from the coat closet, and prepared for the long hike into the woods. Because he had been born on summer solstice, he had been blessed with light and heat, not fire but something still impressive. He spent six hours searching through the woods close by the house and to no avail. He had actually been in denial for the past hour and a half because the next place he would have to look is the black woods. They were called the black woods because even in broad daylight, it was hard to see three feet in front of you. When luna was particularly pissed, she hid there. It was times like these he wished he had been blessed with his father’s foresight magic. He wasn’t going there this time of night. He loved his sister, but she was more than capable of surviving in the dark. With her ability to blend in and superior night vision, he wasn’t too concerned. When shit went bump in the night, it was usually running from her. With a volatile personality and an impeccable aim, she was not one to be trifled with. 

He made sure to get up before dawn and look for luna in the house. Alas, she was not there he opened the silverware drawer when something caught his eye, a knife. Of course, the drawer was full of knives. But this one was impaling what appeared to be a heart. He gaged a couple of times before picking it up. He recognized it as one of Luna’s skinning knives. He carefully set it down on the counter to deal with it later. He opened the icebox and found a severed head, this time, he did throw up. He tried to identify the corps while holding his breath. Upon closer examination, he found out that the pupil was slitted and the iris was crimson and white, and he had one eye left. The other appeared to have been gouged out. He closed his eyes and third not to think about the fact that he was holding a severed head, but when he set it on the counter, the decomposing brain poured out of a hole in the skull he hadn’t realized was there. This he just dry heaved for a good five minutes. He was afraid to open any more drawers or go onto the front porch because the poor males’ guts would probably be strung from the trees like streamers. This was his greatest downfall, the fact that he threw up at the sight of gore. He was convinced that that was the reason his father didn’t include him in his plans. He used to pass out at the sight of blood, but thanks to Luna his tolerance had improved substantially. 

He knew his father was going to be pissed when he came down, he was never a fan of Lunas “scavenger hunts”. Sol knew Luna was smarter than him. She knew how to hid things where you wouldn’t be able to smell them. But now that decomposing brains had been spilled, you could smell it from a mile away. He heard Phineas come down the stairs and braced for the worst. 

“WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK DO I SMELL! IT’S TO DAMN EARLY FOR HER FUCKING ANTICS! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE? IM GOING TO KILL THE BITCH WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HER!” his father was screaming at the top of his lungs, “IF THIS ISNT CLEANED UP IN TWENTY MINUTES HEADS WIll ROLL!” The moment the doors to his study slammed shut, servants scrambled to the kitchen. He went to the massive pantry and pulled out a mop, quickly filling up the bucket and began working on the floors. This was neither his nor their first rodeo. The servants quickly began searching through the kitchen cabinets and false bottoms of the many hiding places in the home. 

In the end, they ended up finding both arms, his tongue, the missing eyeball (they found it in a jar of pickles), and a leg and a half. The bottom of one leg appeared to have been chewed off. The hands were still attached to his arms, but all ten of his fingers were still missing. He identified him as a “Shay folk,” this male must have been far from home because the Shay folk lived two continents away. 

so what do u guys think i fealt like the wrighting was awkward plz give me some feed back