The Moonstone Witch

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

The next few days were full of meet ups between the gang.

Sonoma was sure of it now. She had a connection to the Moonstone witch, and she was going to figure it out, or die trying.

She grew closer to Aster, and began to properly realise that yes, she was in love with him.

Laurie and Pandora got closer as we, though Laurie still had her unrequited love for Pandora, they were only great friends.

She spent about 57% of her time at Asters house, and the other 43% in the graveyard.

Her obsession with figuring out this million year mystery was beginning to have some effects.

She wasn't eating, and wasn't sleeping well, her dreams plagued by visions.

Aster tried his best to make sure she ate, but struggled greatly as she usually pretended she would eat it, and never came round to actually doing it.

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Sonoma looked around the room bathed in moonlight again, Aster was asleep.

She clambered out the window with her satchel over her hip, and dropped into the graveyard, which was directly behind his house.

It was a bright night, like all nights during the three months of the Moonstone full moon.

She shook her head distastefully and ran to the Chapel.

Countless candles, books and parchment with random information scribbled onto it littered the floor of the sacred building.

She looked around the room and sighed.

This was useless.

Her hands closed around the Moonstone hung from her neck. The one she had found in the Chapel less then a week ago.

Holy gemstones, it feels like forever has passed since then, she thinks to herself.

Her eyes fluttered shut. And after a moment of self depreciating thoughts, tears spill down her pale face.

She pulls her knees to her chest and sobs openly.

She didn't ask to be born a weakling. She didn't ask to be so obsessive. She didn't ask for this awful visions. She didn't ask to be born.

But here she was. Against her will. A victim to her own mind.

Her breathing quickens, chills emit from her body.

She suddenly feels cold. So cold.

Little spots of heat dart around her body, and a loud pounding in her head let's her know that something bad is happening to her.

But she doesn't have time to do anything more then think more self depreciating thoughts before she blacks out.