The Moonstone Witch

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

Three hours.

Those two words rang in Sonomas head as she raced through the forest.

The four friends were going to meet in Moros Street.

It was at the very borders of Vonwell. The same street as The Moonstone Graveyard.

She had an awful feeling about this, but she had agreed nonetheless.

There was three hours until the full moon of the Moonstone, and they had limited time to get back.

She stumbled out into the empty street.

The streetlamps were emitting a dim blue glow, and suddenly a vision erupted from her mind.

She was on her knees, her bloodied hands grabbing uselessly onto the grass, her straining knuckles were stained with muck.

A corpse lay in front of her.. and there was a woman beside her. With dropping black hair, and silver eyes that were so similar to her own.

The woman extended her hand to her, looking into her eyes.

Like a mirror or herself.

Whoever she was seeing through gulped, and reluctantly took her her.

A circle of magic surrounded their interlocked hands. The enchantress bestowed some kind of gift upon her.

'This is a dream, Moon child' The woman smiled, but it wasn't a cruel smile, it was warm and welcoming.

Sonoma snapped out of the reverie.

She was leaning against a lamp post. These dreams were telling her something.

And she had a bad feeling.

The moonlight shone down on the street. Closer and closer to midnight.

She ran across the silent street.

Opening the gate, Sonoma slipped inside. She darted past headstones and the graves themselves.

And a moment later she stumbled into the Chapel.

Her three friends were already there, sitting around a candle at the alter.

Aster gestured for her to sit.

She made herself comfortable between Pandora and Aster.

Laurie stood by the candle, she lifted it, and placed it in the middle of the ritual circle.

'Hail' Her eyes fluttered shut.

The three others followed her lead.

'Lady Eos of the dawn, Lady Selene of the night'

Laurie bowed her head, and she raised the candle.

'May our protection of our lives lay in your possession' She lowers the flaming candle.

Suddenly, a gust of wind snuffed out the flame.

The four stared.

'Did it work-'

Pandora as cut off by the flame whirring back to life, and darting from the candle, and spiraling around the pristine Chapel.

The teenagers shrieked in surprise, as the whole area surrounding the Chapel burst into golden flames.

They turned to each other, terror-struck.

Then, a thunderous voice boomed all around them.

'The Moon Child. Destined to fail as her ancestors before her'

Sonoma froze. The hairs on her neck stood on end.

It made sense. The Moon child was no foe, no ally.

She, was the Moon Child.