Keefe POV
"I just need to do something before we leave." Felix says.
He goes into the training room and brings out a bag. ""What are you doing?" I ask. "You'll see. You ready?" Felix directed the last part at Luna, as we had reached her room. "As ready as I'll ever be." Luna sighs.
I look on, confused. I've been confused a lot lately. Especially with Felix.
I thought I was straight.
Maybe I am. I don't even know anymore.
Why is this so confusing?
Why can't the elven world be accepting of this?
And now I'm ranting. I can't dwell on these thoughts too long because Felix just pulled out a big human needle and is injecting Luna with it. Wait- What?!
"It's the full moon. Her powers are heightened and she can't control them so we have to sedate her." Felix explained, noticing my enraged expression. Luna went limp and I fought the urge to lunge at Felix.
I know he's doing what's best for Luna, but I can't help but want to beat him up for drugging her. Is this what it's like to be a twin brother?
Mommy Dearest made me study twins born in the elven world. I guess this is why.
Did you know that elven twins have a rare bond? From birth, from the moment they recognize each other, they form a bond like no other. They would risk everything for their twin.
I look on as Felix kisses Luna on the forehead. I instantly grow jealous. I know that even with the twin bond, Luna needs to spend time with me, and be more comfortable around me before I can start doing things like that.
Felix and I leave her room, closing the door softly, before leaping to the Wanderling Woods to continue our nightly hang out session.
When we come back, I go to check on Luna and stop in my tracks. Luna's door is wide open, and she's not in her bed.
I scream. "FELIX!"
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Shades of Moonlight
FanfictionLuna Sencen was given to Fintan by Lady Gisela when she was only 3 years old. She grew up with him and his son Felix who became like a brother. Because of the experiments done on her, she has unusual abilities, and blue streaks in her hair. She ca...
